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They gets simultaneous eyes on Rose." 




Author of 

"Wolfville," "The Story of Andrew Jackson," 
"The Story of Aaron Burr," etc. 






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Published May, 1908 









































WHICH I've told you," observed the Old 
Cattleman, puffing at his briar pipe 
"which I've already told you how Missis 
Rucker goes on surroundin' old Rucker with connoobial 
joy to sech a degree that, one mornin' when her wifely 
back is turned, he ups an' stampedes off into the hills, 
an* takes refutch with the Apaches. But I never reelates 
how he gets aroused to his dooty as a husband, an* 
returns. That mir'cle comes to pass in this wise." 
Following a reminiscent, smoke-filled pause, the old 
gentleman continued: "When Rucker is guilty of this 
yere desertion, Wolfville says nothin' an' does nothin'. 
It is no part of Wolfville's commoonal respons'bility, 
as it sees the same, to go pirootin' off on the trail of 
Rucker, with a purpose of draggin' him back that a-way 
to his domestic happiness. His elopment is wholly a 
private play, an' one wharin we ain't entitled to ask for 
kyards. Shorely not, wantin' speesific requests from 
Missis Rucker so to do; an' sech don't come. 

"On the iinme'jit heels of Rucker's plunge into 
savagery, Missis Rucker never alloods to him never 



lets on she so much as notices his absence. She con- 
tinyoos to deal her game at the O. K. Restauraw on- 
moved; she fries our daily salthoss, an* compiles our 
daily flap-jacks six to the stack an' neither bats an 
eye nor wags a y'ear concernin' that vanished husband. 

" Nacherally, thar ain't no one so prodded of a morbid 
cur'osity as to go askin' Missis Rucker. With her views 
as to what's comin' to her as a lady, an' her bein' allers 
in the kitchen, surrounded by sech weepons as flatirons 
an' griddles an' stove-lifters, any sech impolite break 
might result disasterous. Old Man Enright puts it 
right, an' his views gains endorsement by Doc Peets, an' 
others among the best intellects of the camp. 

"'To go pesterin' around Missis Rucker,' says he, 
'in her bereavements, would be ongentlemanly to the 
verge of bein' rash, an' the gent don't live in Wolfville 
who's that foolishly oncooth.' 

"If mem'ry is sittin' squar'ly in the saddle, I reckon 
now it's mebby a year before Missis Rucker mentions 
her loss. It's one time when we-all shows up for chuck, 
an' finds her in a dress as black as a spade flush. 

"The same bein' mournin', she explains, in answer 
to a remark by Doc Peets complimentin' her looks 
which Peets was the genteelest sharp, an' the best edi- 
cated, that ever dwells in Arizona. 'I'm mournin' for 
my departed he'pmeet. I hears about it in Tucson. 
Pore Rucker is deceased; an' of course I dons black, 
as markin' his cashin' in.' 

"Yere Missis Rucker snuffles a little, an' gouges into 
one corner of her eye with her handkerchief, like she's 



roundin' up a tear. After which, she sort o' runs a 
calk'latin' glance over us gents, then an' thar assembled, 
like she's sizin' us up as to what you-all might call our 
domestic p'ints. 

" Thar's a heap of silence follows that look. Not bein' 
gifted none as a mind reader, I can't say how it affects 
the balance of the outfit; but, speakin' for myse'f per 
sonal, a chill like ice creeps up an' down my back. Also, 
I observes a appreehensive look on the faces of Enright 
an' Boggs, as though they smells a peril. As to Texas 
Thompson, who is camped next to me at the table, an' 
has had marital experiences which culminates in a 
divorce down Laredo way, I overhears him grind his 
teeth, plenty determined, an' mutter: 

'"By the Ltfne Star of my natif state, I won't be took!' 

"We're all some eager to ask about them tidings which 
Missis Rucker ropes onto in Tucson, but none has the 
nerve. It's Faro Nell who comes headin' to the general 
rescoo. She's perched next to Cherokee Hall, an' looks 
gently up from a piece of pie she's backin' off the board, 
and says: 

"Good sakes, Missis Rucker! An' whatever do you- 
all track up ag'inst about pore Mister Rucker?' 

"'That onforchoonate pard o' my bos'm has departed 
this life,' responds the widow, moppin' away her grief. 
'I crosses up with a Tucson party, who asshores me that, 
when them Apaches goes all spraddled out last spring, 
they nacherally begins them hostilities by prouncin' on 
Rucker, an' leavin' him on both sides of the canyon.' 

"'That's right!' chimes in Dave Tutt, who, bein' 



married a whole lot to Tucson Jennie, feels immune 
from further wedlock. "Whenever them savages digs 
up the waraxe, they yoosually inaugurates negotiations 
by layin' out what palefaces is weak-minded enough to 
be among 'em, too dead to skin. No; it ain't crooelty, 
it's caution. Which they figgers them squaw-men, if 
spared, will be off to the nearest army post, with pree- 
matoor word of the uprisin'. Wharfore, they descends 
on 'em like a fallin' star, an' blots 'em out. After which, 
they proceeds with their regular killin' an' skelpin' more 
at leesure.' 

"It's over in the Red Light, to which we reepairs 
when feed is through, that the subject comes up in form. 
Black Jack, the barkeep, is so impressed by the gravity 
on our faces as we files in, that he announces the drinks is 
on the house. We refooses; it bein' too close on the 
hocks of that salthoss an' them flapjacks for nose-paint, 
an' we takes seegyars instead. When we're smokin' 
sociable, an' in spite of them alarmin' fulminations of 
Missis Rucker, has become somewhat onbuckled an' 
confident ag'in, Enright brings the topic for'ard. 

'" About her bein' a widow that a-way, Doc?' he says, 
addressin' Peets. 'What do you-all, as a scientist, 
think yourse'f ?' 

"'Which it seems feasable enough,' reesponds Peets, 
bitin' thoughtful at his seegyar. 'You know what 
Injuns be? Startin' out to slay that a-way, they ain't 
apt to overlook no sech bet as Rucker. They'd be onto 
him, first flash out o' the box, like a mink onto a settin' 



"'Yes,' returns Enright, some oneasy as to tone; 'I 
reckon you calls the turn, Doc. They'd about bump 
off old Rucker by way of curtain raiser, as they calls it 
over to the Bird Cage Op'ry House.' 

"' Don't you allow now,' breaks in Boggs, some agi 
tated an' appealin' to Enright an' Peets together 
'don't you allow now, that old Rucker bein' wiped out 
that a-way, sort o' leaves the camp ongyarded?' 

'"As how?' returns Peets. 

"'As how?' repeats Boggs, his excitement risin'. 
'What's to prevent her deescendin* onto one of us, like a 
pan of milk from a top shelf, an' weddin' him a heap? 
She's a mighty resoloote female, is Missis Rucker, an* 
it's only last week she ups an' saws it off on me, all 
casyooal, that she's jest thirty-eight years old last grass. 
I sees her drift now! That lady's makin' ready for a 
spring. Which she's aimin' to snatch a husband from 
our shrinkin' midst; an' nothin' short!' 

"After what I passes through with that Laredo wife 
of mine/ says Texas Thompson, grim as tombstones, 
'you can gamble a bloo stack I'll never be wedded alive!' 

"As to myse'f,' reemarks Peets, imitatin' a cheerful 
countenance, 'I'm barred. Drug sharps, onder the 
rooles, cannot be claimed in private matrimony be- 
longin* as they do to the whole commoonity. Enright, 
yere, is likewise out, bein* too old.' 

"That's right!' coincides Enright, relief stealin' 
into his eyes; 'I'm too far gone in years to become raw 
material for nuptials. Speakin' what I feel, however, 
I looks on the sityooation as a heap extreme. As Dan 



says, it's plain she has intentions. Then thar's that 
black frock: Which widows is dangerous in preecise 
proportion as they sheds tears an* piles on mournin'. 
It's my onbiased jedgement that she's fixin' her sights 
for Dan or Texas thar.' 

" Gents/ interrupts Texas Thompson ag'in, his 
manner iron, 'you hears what I says a moment back! 
Wolfville may follow me to the tomb, but never to no 

" ' If I thought this yere widow was that iminent,' 
says Boggs, pacin' to an* fro like a startled wildcat, 'I'd 
line out for Tucson ontil the footure's more guaranteed. 
I'm nacherally plumb nervous; I can't camp down in 
the shadow of a great threat onmoved. We was shore 
locoed to ever let Rucker get away that time. We might 
have knowed it would end in some sech bluff as this. 
If I had foreseen the trap he was settin' for us, I'd have 
reestored that old profligate to Missis Rucker's arms, or 
got downed by the Apaches tryin'. Whatever 's your 
advice, Sam?' he concloods, gazin' anxious-eyed at 
Enright. 'If it was nothin' worse than a hostile sheriff 
on my trail, I'd stand my hand; but this yere is when I 
reequires counsel.' 

"Seem' Boggs so keyed up, Enright goes off on a 
soothin' angle, Peets chippin' in. They both suggests 
to Boggs that thar's no call to be preecipitate. It'll 
most likely be weeks before Missis Rucker really de- 
clar's herse'f, an' sinks them widowed talons into her 
seelected prey. Meanwhile, as preparin' for the worst, 
all Boggs has to do, they argues, is keep his mind on his 



number, an' sing out 'No' to everything she says. Like 
wise, it might be as well to hold a pony saddled in the 
corral, in case of sudden swoops. 

"'In which event/ says Enright, 'if it turns out we 
onderestimates her activities an* she wheels on you 
abrupt, thar's the pony; an' you plays the same quirt 
an' heel as a last resort. Still, it's possible we're 
seein' onnecessary ghosts. She may have it in her heart 
to make happy some other gent entire.' 

"' Thar's one thing,' observes Peets; 'I wants it onder- 
stood, in case this conference comes to Missis Rucker's 
notice later, that I say she is an esteemable lady, an* 
cal'klated to raise the gent, so forchoonate as to become 
her husband, to pinnacles of bliss.' 

' ' Also,' declar's Enright, some hasty, ' let it be onder- 
stood that I'm in on them observations. As the pree- 
sidin' inflooence of the O. K. Restauraw, Missis Rucker 
is onapproached an' onapproachable her pies is poems 
an' her beans a dream, as I've said former.' 

"It happens, as it frequent does, that these yere pree- 
monitions of the camp is onsustained. Not that I 
blames Boggs an' the rest for entertainin' 'em. After 
he crosses to the sunset side of the Missouri, a gent can't 
be too proodent, 'speshully in the matter of widows. 
When one of them forlorn ladies spreads her pinions, an' 
takes to sailin' an* soarin' an' soarin' an' sailin' that a- 
way, it's time for every single gent to break for cover. 

"No; as I states, the timidities of Boggs an' the balance 
ain't upheld. Not that Missis Rucker don't frame it up 
none to come flutterin' from her lonely perch; only it 



ain't Boggs or Texas or any of the boys proper, it's old 
Colonel Coyote Clubbs on whom she's closin' down. 

"You recalls how, yeretofore, I onfurls to you con- 
cernin' the little Colonel ? how he's grizzled, an' harmless, 
an' dried, an' lame of the nigh hind laig? how he's got 
a face like a squinch owl ? innocent an' wide-eyed an' 
full of ignorant wonder, like life is an onendin' s'prise 
party? As I then explains, he's p'isenin* coyotes- a 
dollar a pelt an' at first has a camp an hour's ride over 
towards Tucson. Mebby it's two months prior to when 
Missis Rucker gives it out she's alone in the world, an' 
goes to ghost dancin', he's done give up his dugout, an' 
took to boardin' at the O. K. Restauraw. Bein' gre- 
gar'ous, the Colonel likes company; an* as for them 
little wolves, they're as prolific an' as apt to find his arsenic 
in the subbubs of Wolfville itse'f, as farther out on the 
plains. So, as I observes, he's now gettin' his chili- 
con-carne at Missis Rucker's, an* workin' out from camp 
instead of into it. 

"Which it's plenty likely we-all would have seen it 
was the Colonel's personal trouble from the jump, only 
the day Missis Rucker goes into black an' scares us up 
that a- way, the old cimarron is across to Red Dog, dealin' 
for a train of burros to pack his wolf pelts to Tucson. 
As it is, it ain't a day after he gets back before we iden 
tifies him as the gent in interest. Missis Rucker, as 
though concealment is now at an end an' the hour ripe 
for throwin' off disguises, takes to hoverin' over him at 
chuck time, with a terrifyin* solicitood that comes mighty 
clost to bein' tenderness. She takes to heapin' his plate 



with viands, to a degree that's enough of itse'f to set any 
sport of thoughtf ulness to jumpin' sideways. It shore 
rattles the Colonel, you bet! an' his appetite gets less 
the more she lavishes them delicacies upon him. 

"' Which you ain't eatin' more than sparrer birds, 
Colonel! ' she says, givin' him a most onmistakable grin. 
' Yere; let me get you some plum preeserves which they 
ought to tempt a angel!' 

"With that she totes forth one of her partic'ler air- 
tights, which even Enright don't get a glimpse of only 
Fo'th of Jooly an' Christmas, an' onloads the same on 
the Colonel. He grows white at this; for, jest as the 
good book says that it's vain for the fowler to spread his 
nets in the sight of any bird, so also is it footile for a 
widow to go inondatin' any speshul gent with plum pree 
serves, an' hope to have them sweetmeats miscon- 

"Shore, the Colonel for all he's the guilelessest party 
that ever makes a moccasin track in Arizona realizes 
she's put him in nom'nation to be Rucker's successor. 
Likewise the whole outfit grasps this trooth; an', while 
the Colonel is turnin' gray about the gills, Boggs is 
breathin' freer, an' the desperate look in the eyes of 
Texas Thompson begins to fade away. Which the 
same shows how, at bottom, man is a anamile utterly 
selfish. Once Boggs an' Texas an' them others feels safe, 
the knowledge that the pore old Colonel must go cavortin* 
across the red-hot plow shares, don't bother 'em a bit. 
But sech is life! They coldly leaves him to tread the 
wine press alone; an' all as onfeelin' as a band of 
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prairie dogs. Which I don't scroople later, to reeproach 
Boggs with this yere lack of sympathy. 

"'What can we-all do?' he replies. 'I'm a friend of 
the Colonel's; but what then ? This is a case whar every 
gent must kill his own snakes. Besides I see now she's 
doo to make him happy. Do you note how free she plays 
them plum air-tights on him? An' no more holdin' 
back than if they're canned tomatters! Rightly looked 
at, the Colonel's in a heap of luck.' 

"'Luck or no luck,' says Enright, 'the hands of Wolf- 
ville is tied. The camp has an onbroken record of 
backin' every matrimonial venture as soon as seen. 
Don't we put down the Washwoman's War, by weddin' 
French to one of the contendin' females? Ain't we 
thar with the goods on the occasion of Tucson Jennie 
takin* Dave for better or for worse? An', ag'in when 
that pinfeather person, Toad Allen, comes squanderin' 
along with old Gleggs' girl, Abby? Also, ain't said 
course resulted in sech onmixed triumphs as that blessed 
infant Enright Peets Tutt? No; it's Wolfville's system 
to play wedlock to win. An', while I won't go so far 
as to say that, in the present instance, we remains inert 
in case it's Dan or Texas said gents bein' entitled to 
partic'ler consid'ration now it turns out to be the Col 
onel who's to draw the prize, Wolfville stands nootral. 
Barkeep, bring on the nose-paint. Inasmuch as I 
trusts that all will regyard these yere words of mine as 
final, it is meet we should yoonite in drinkin* onbridled 
victory to Missis Rucker, an* the gent she's honored 
with her preferences/ 



"'Thar's one syllable I'd like to edge in/ says Boggs, 
when he's emptied his glass. 'Don't you-all reckon, 
Sam, that some of us oughter ride herd on the Colonel 
till she's tied him down ? He's a gent of honor, an* as 
clean strain as hornets; but thar's fates before which 
even the gamest sperit breaks ground. An* you sees 
yourse'f that, if the Colonel should vamos, it onkivers 
others to attack.' 

"'Which them cautionary moves/ says Enright, 
'might not be thrown away. Although, I'm frank to 
say, it's four for one the Colonel meets his happiness 
onflinchin'ly. He's too p'lite, that a-way however much 
he may distrust his merits, to fly from the affections 
of a lady an' take to hidin' out.'" 



ENRIGHT is plumb correct in his count-up of the 
Colonel. As Boggs observes, he's game as 
t'rantlers. Still, it ain't his sand, it's his on- 
swervin' p'liteness an' good manners that's bound to hold 
him. Said trooth is evident when the Colonel discusses 
this new an' surprisin' slant in his fortunes with Enright 
an' Peets. This yere caucus occurs two days later, 
after Missis Rucker offers him her hand. 

"It's about second drink time in the evenin' when the 
Colonel, lookin' pale an' shaken, comes totterin' into the 
Red Light, askin' for Enright. Cherokee Hall, with 
Faro Nell on the look-out's stool, is dealin' bank at the 
time, an' divers of us is seein' what we can do ag'inst 
him; but, at sight of the Colonel's face, one an* all we 
cashes in. Cherokee cleans up his game, an' we-all 
gathers about to listen. 

" * Which you've no objections, Colonel,' asks Enright, 
mighty urbane, 'to the camp bein' in on this powwow 
none ? From the rapt look in your eyes, I sort o' guesses 
what joyful things has happened, an' of course if bein' 
over-delicate, mebby, in affairs of the heart you pree- 
fers this confab private, why then, nacherally, your 
wishes should be regyarded, an' private's the word.' 



" But the Colonel says he waives privacy. The camp 
to a man is his friend, an' plumb welcome to his confi 
dence. Hearin' which, we draws up in silence, waitin* 
for him to begin. As we does so, Cherokee whispers to 
Faro Nell that mighty likely she'd better put on her 
shaker, stampede across, an* congratulate Missis Rucker; 
which su'gestion she yields to reluctant, preferrin' to 
listen to them adventures of the Colonel. 

' ' It's this a-way,' says the Colonel, when Faro Nell is 
gone an' everybody's organized comfortable. 'Which 
it's onnecessary for me to go tellin' a passel of sech ex 
perienced sharps as you-all what's took place. Suffice 
it that this evenin', after supper is over an' her dishes is 
washed, she drives me into a corner an' tells me she is 
mine. Now onderstand, gents all: I'm too much a 
slave to etiquette, an' was too well brought up by my 
folks, to go backin' out of the love of any lady. Which 
I've allers held that a lady is not to be refoosed. Her 
heart is ever a boon; an' once she bestows it, no gent so 
distinguished is possessed of any crooel license to go 
shovin* back his cha'r or indulgin' in cold feet.' 

"Which them sentiments does you credit, Colonel,' 
observes Enright, as the comin' bridegroom pauses to 
wipe his for'head. 

"That's whatever,' breaks in Boggs, emphatic. 

"No, sir/ resoomes the Colonel, when he ag'in com 
mands himse'f , ' a lady is not to be declined. That is, 
she's not to be declined, assoomin' her to be free. It's 
on that p'int, an' that alone, I've come meanderin' over 
to be heard. What I asks is the one question: Is this 



yere old man Rucker shorely dead ? What I urges is that, 
ontil the same be proved, I'm entitled to a stay of ex- 
ecootion. I leaves it all to you to you Enright, an' 
to you Peets, do I ask too much? Lookin' at the play 
from every angle, an* keepin' it before you that my sole 
reason for balkin' is a reason of morality, I puts it, as 
gent to gent, whether I ain't right?' 

"'This yere is a mere quibble!' shouts Boggs, plenty 
heated; but Enright, who's the soul of fairness, stops 

"'It's impossible to deny/ responds Enright, when 
Boggs growlin'ly subsides, 'that the proof, techin' the 
wipin' out of Rucker, an' the consequent widowhood 
of his relict, is at present some meager. Also, I'm bound 
to add that Wolfville, as a strictly moral camp, ain't 
hungerin' for no Enoch Arden games. What's your 
jedgement, Doc?' 

" Which I entertains feelin's sim'lar,' returns Peets. 
'We shore don't want to go ribbin' up no sityooation 
where one lady has two husbands. Thar's everything 
to be said ag'inst sech a solecism, not only from stand- 
p'ints moral but economic. Besides, Red Dog, our 
hated rival, wouldn't cease to throw it up.' 

"The question bein' gen'ral in its op'rations/ breaks in 
Boggs ag'in he's been whisperin' mighty feverish to 
Texas Thompson ' an', speakin' for Texas yere as well 
as myse'f, I'd like to ask the Colonel, now he casts doubts 
on a revered lady's widowhood, whatever is to be his 
ensooin* move ? Also, I desires to be heard as sayin' that, 
offerin' as he does them doubts by way of defence, the 



burden of proof is on him. It's for him to show the 
lady's married, not for Wolfville to demonstrate she's 

"'Gents/ says the Colonel, interruptin' Enright as 
he's about to reply, i words is onnecessary. I accepts 
the p'sition of Mister Boggs, as bein' sound an* solid as a 
sod house. All I asks is time. I've but one request an* 
I bases it, as yeretofore announced, on purely moral 
grounds. I merely asks that you hold Missis Rucker at 
bay, while I takes the trail of that former husband, an* 
runs it out. Mebby them hostiles don't kill him none. 
Mebby he lives in safety, while gents who are blame 
less go facin' delights which of right belong to him 

"'How long,' asks Enright, 'do you-all allow it'll 
take to settle the life or death of Rucker? You can see 
yourse'f, Colonel, thar's a limit ought to go with this. 
It would be preeposterous to assoome that you are to 
hold the affections of a lady in abeyance, while you go 
romancin' about in the hills indefinite.' 

"'Six months,' returns the Colonel, pleadin'ly, 'six 
little months is all I ask. If I don't drive this yere 
absconder into the open by then, I'll return an' accept 
my joy without a quiver.' 

"'Thar's nothin' to it, Sam!' remarks Peets, an' his 
manner is decisive; 'the Colonel's plumb inside his 
rights. That Rucker is dead rests wholly on the feather- 
blown bluff of some onnamed sport in Tucson. At the 
most, sech a condition furnishes us nothin' more cogent 
than suspicions. Shorely bigamy ought not to be com- 



mitted, an* the good repoote of Wolfville resked or 
trifled away on argyooments so insecure.' 

'" You're right, Doc/ says Enright musin'ly. 'Which 
our stand bein' taken, it's my jedgement the Colonel 
better begin his still hunt instanter, an* not wait ontil 
the lady becomes privy to his designs. She might take 
them doubts about her widowhood invidious/ 

"Enright's notion as to promptitoode prevails, an' the 
Colonel allows he'll go trackin' off for Rucker that very 
evenin'. Tharupon Boggs he's been watchful as a 
lynx throughout ag'in intervenes. 

'"As gents possessin' collat'ral interests,' says he, 
'Texas an' I'll jest about accompany the Colonel a 
whole lot.' 

"'Which you ain't intimatin' that I'd break my 
compact none about returnin' ? ' asks the Colonel, his eyes 
beginnin' to sparkle. 

"'Not at all!' returns Boggs. 'We're goin' along in 
the c'pacity of guardian angels to you personal. Them 
Apaches might down you; an' thar's too much dependin' 
on your life for us to take them chances.' 

"While the ponies is bein' saddled an' brought up, an' 
Black Jack is fillin' the canteens, Enright draws Peets 

"'How about it, Doc?' he whispers. 'Would you- 
all let Dan an' Texas both go?' 

"'An' why not?' asks Peets. 

' ' This why not. S'ppose, for any conceiv'ble reason, 
none of them parties comes back? You don't want to 
forget that you an' me are the next two chickens on the 



roost. How do you know, in sech events, your profession 
as a medicine sharp, or my years, protects us? Re 
member, Missis Rucker ain't no girl!' 

"'That's all right!' returns Peets, confident an* firm. 
' If Dan an* Texas an' the Colonel fails us, as a last resort 
we'll emyoolate the ancient Romans. When they wanted 
wives, they jumped an outfit called the Sabines, an* 
mavericked 'em. That's what we'll do if forced. When 
things get dealt down to the turn, an' thar's nothin' but 
you an' me in the matrimonial box, we'll nacherally ride 
over to Red Dog, an' rope Missis Rucker up a he'pmeet 
from among that hamlet's deboshed citizenry. Thar's 
them in Red Dog who, at the simple mention, would 
come a-runnin'.' 

"It's the next day before Missis Rucker learns how 
the Colonel, with Boggs an' Texas coverin' the play, has 
gone rummagin' off after the deefaulter. When she 
hears of it, she searches out Enright whar he's buyin' 
shirts in the New York Store. Faro Nell an' Tucson 
Jennie is with her, an' the three look plenty ominous an' 

"'Which I deemands to know, Sam Enright,' says 
Missis Rucker, her manner mighty trucyoolent, 'what 
you an' Doc Peets means ? ' 

"'Yes,' choruses the other two; 'what do you-all 
mean ? ' 

' ' Do you reckon I'll allow you two sots to go knockin' 
around in my destinies, like blind dogs in a meat shop ? ' 
adds Missis Rucker. 

"My dear Madam,' reemonstrates Enright, placatin' 



her; 'what we does is wholly for your deefence. Says 
we, "Colonel, you can't have that lady ontil you proves 
concloosive she's a single footer. She's a prize worth 
strugglin' for an' waitin' for; an', if you're worthy of her, 
you won't begretch the time an' labor to prodooce them 
proofs that her former husband is defunct." The 
Colonel struggles ag'inst this yere dictum, for his love is 
over-powerin'. But he is also a gent of reason, so at last 
he submits.' 

"'This yere '11 do for a sing-song, Sam Enright!' re 
turns Missis Rucker none the less she's softened by 
them encomiums ' but whyever don't the Colonel bid me 
a fond adoo ? ' 

"Which he couldn't have stood it none/ declar's 
Enright. 'He says so himse'f. "Let's start at once!" 
is his observation. "If ever I sets eyes on her feechures, 
their alloorin* loveliness will carry my resolootion off 
its feet." An* so the Doc an* I an' Boggs an' Texas 
concurrin' they goes prancin' off for the mountains, 
without further procrastinations.' 

' 'All right, Sam Enright/ remarks Missis Rucker 
after thinkin' a spell, her tones full of meanin'; 'since 
you-all sees fit to pick up my hand an' play it, you'd 
shore better make it win. You can gamble the limit, if 
my Colonel don't come back to me no more, I'll jest the 
same know what to do.' 

"'You hears her, Doc!' whispers Enright; an', cool an' 
steady as he is, he can't reepress a shudder. 

"However, the kyards falls as they should. It ain't 
three weeks before the Colonel, with Boggs an' Texas, 



comes ridin' in, whoopin' an* shoutin' triumphant. 
Which thar's reason in their whoops; for along with 'em, 
his feet tied onderneath a pony, is Rucker, lookin' as 
morose as a captive badger. Thar's an Apache ridin' 
along, who's out to offer explanations an' take the Rucker 
pony back ag'in the same bein' his chattle. 

"'Which I informs this aborigine,' explains Boggs, in 
eloocidation of the Apache that a- way, 'he's been har- 
borin' a criminal in this yere foogitive Rucker. I tells 
him he'll play in luck if the Great Father don't send his 
big thunder guns, to blow him an' his outfit off the map. 
I hands him these fictions for fear, if once he grasps what 
we really aims to do with pore Rucker, his hoomanity 
gets to millin', an' he turns loose in his blinded way an f 
gives us a battle.' 

"'Well! well!' says Texas Thompson, as he swings 
from the saddle, an' sa'nters into the Red Light to wash 
the alkali dust from his throat; 'now it's over, I'm yere 
to say I feels a lot relieved. It ain't over-statin' the case, 
gents, when I announces that it's the first time, since 
ever Missis Rucker puts on black an' gives it out she's 
single, I've felt my old-time se'f.' 

"As to the Apache, Enright asshores him no apologies 
is necessary. Meanwhile the Colonel who's sort o* 
hysterical heaps that savage with presents to the y'ears. 
He certainly does endow that painted outcast with half 
the New York Store! 

"'Whar did you-all run up on him, Dan?' asks Peets, 
alloodin' to Rucker. 

Which we discovers the old groundhawg,' says Boggs, 


'in camp with them Apaches; an' all as contented as a 
toad onder a cabbage leaf. The outfit he's with warn't 
on no warpath. It's that bunch over by the Cow Springs, 
with which these yere Injuns of Rucker's ain't been on 
speakin' terms for moons, that dug up the waraxe last 
spring. It's my belief this deceitful Rucker starts them 
tales about his death himse'f. It would be jest his speed; 
for he's as cunnin' that a-way as a pet fox.' 

"When the foogitive is reestored to Missis Rucker, 
that lady never says a word. She looks sour as lemons 
though; an' the glances she casts at Enright an' Peets 
borders on the baleful. 

"'An' I ain't above remarkin', Sam,' observes Peets to 
Enright, commentin' on them glances, 'that only I 
knows her to be honest an' troo an' humane at heart I 
figger she'd half-way like to put a spider in our biscuit, 
for roundin' Rucker up.' 

"It's the day followin' that exile's return, an', from 
where we sits in the Red Light, we can see Rucker set- 
tin' the table for supper, rattlin' cups, an' slammin' 
plates about permiscus, an' all a heap egreegious an' re 

" ' Go over, Jack,' says Enright to Jack Moore, which 
latter gent acts in the dooal role of marshal, an' kettle- 
tender for the stranglers of which arm of Wolfville 
jestice, Enright is chief 'go over, an' bring that miser 
able old cimarron to me. I want to give him warninV 

"In a moment Jack is back with the old felon, who 
looks as genial as a sore-head b'ar. 

'"See yere, Rucker!' says Enright, his tones ringing 



hard an* cold, like iron on ice; 'a word is as good as a 
thump in the ribs to a blind mule. Now remember! 
If ever you-all plays the domestic trooant in the footure, 
an' go abandonin* them feelicities which surrounds you 
an' which I fears you are far from appreciatin' 
Wolfville rides forth on your trail in a body, an* swings 
an' rattles tharwith ontil you're took. Also your next 
return to camp will be signalized not by any reestoration 
to the lovin' embraces of a wife who dotes on you be 
yond your measly deserts, but by stringin' you up to 
the windmill as a warnin' to husbands with tastes for 
solitood an* travel, an' by way of showin' what happens 
to a married gent who persistently omits to come home. 
You go back now to settin' them tables; but, as you do so, 
b'ar in mind that the Wolfville eye from now has got you 



WHICH you-all," the Old Cattleman, con 
tinued, with a look both confidential and 
confident, "don't have to be told by now 
that Cherokee Hall's a gambler. An' while a gent 
might do better than gamble, leastwise better for himse'f, 
I allers allows Cherokee can't he'p it none. You see 
he's gaited congen'tal to take chances a sort o' pree- 
destined kyard-sharp from the jump. 

"Shore, I don't find no fault with gamblers. For 
that matter I don't find no fault with no gent, onless he's 
connivin' ag'in me pers'nal; in which eevent I nacherally 
adopts measures. Moreover, speakin' of gamblers, 
they're a mighty guileless bevy of folks. Which if the 
onexpected ever happens, an' I'm took sudden with the 
notion of sallyin' forth on the trail of mankind, to deplete 
it of its wealth neefarious, I'll shore adhere to gamblers 
as my reg'lar prey. As to business men proper, tharby 
meanin' store-keeps an' sim'lar commercial chiefs of 
scouts, I'll pass up all sech chilled steel tarrapins com 

"No; this yere preference as to victims ain't doo to the 
sooperior savey of business folks ; for mere wisdom, them 
stoodents of trade ain't got nothin' on your kyard-sharps. 



But where it comes to standin' pat concernin' money, 
they've got mere gamblers that a-way left standin' side 
ways. Business men an' gamblers is onlike each other 
utter. Their money attitoods is as wide apart as poetry 
an' prose. An' for this yere essenshul reason: At his 
game, when a gambler gives, he don't get; an* when 
he gets, he don't give. Your business gent goes squan- 
derin' through the chute of existence the other way about. 
He never gives without gettin'; an' he never gets without 
givin' assoomin' he's on the level, which he freequent 

"Gamblers an' business men runs opp'site from soda 
to hock. One takes nothin' but chances; the other 
takes everything except. A business man never lets go 
one hold till he's got another; a gambler lets go all holds, 
an' trusts to out-luck you for a fresh one. Also, thar's 
other p'ints of sep'ration: For example, a gambler 
never thinks of lendin' you money ontil you're busted. 
Which is the preecise eepock a business gent won't let 
you have a splinter. 

"Go weavin' forth an' try it, if you nurses doubts. 
Approach a kyard-sharp for a stake, an' you with a 
bundle: That indignant sport'll onbosom himse'f in 
language to take the nap off your coat. What he says, 
you bet! will be more decisive than encouragin' hot, 
an' plenty explicit. Come around when you're broke, 
an* he'll revive your faintin' fortunes with half his 
bankroll. As opposed to this, whenever you goes troopin' 
up ag'inst a business gent to neegotiate a borry, you'll 
have to back the play with a bale of secoorities as big as a 



roll of kyarpet. He'll want to have 'em in his hand, 
too, before ever he permits you to so much as lay b'ar 
your errand. 

"Wharfore's this yere difference? You don't have 
to dig none deep for causes: Gamblers by nacher 
are romantic; a business gent roosts close to the ground. 
One is 'motional; the other's as hard an' pulseless as a 
iron wedge. The former's a bird, an' gaily spends his 
onthinkin' time among the clouds; the latter never soars 
higher than he can lift himse'f on wings of bricks an' 

"Likewise gamblers is more excellent as company. 
When I'm onbuckled, an' romancin' 'round for socia 
bility onp'isened of ulterior designs, I shore searches 
out your kyard-sharp every time. Gettin' sociable with 
a business gent, is about as likely a enterprise as winnin' 
the affections of a burglar-proof safe. Thar's a time- 
lock goes with his friendship, an' even he himse'f can't 
break into it none outside of business hours. 

"Re-tracin' our trail to the orig'nal prop'sition, I'm 
yere to say that of all in Wolfville it's likely Cherokee's 
the most onwary, an' him whose blind side lies openest 
to the world. Which he's certainly the most ongyarded 
sport! Plumb honest himse'f, with a dealbox as straight 
as if laid out in its angles by one of them civil engineer 
mavericks, the last he's expectin' is the double cross. 

"An* at that, if some evil-minded party's out to skin 
Cherokee, to go settin' traps an* diggin' pitfalls ag'in 
him would be a waste of time. All that plotter has to 
do to start Cherokee's dinero comin' his way, is set 



'round an* look pensive a whole lot. Cherokee's so 
sympathetic, an* carelessly soft of heart, that to pull on 
a expression of gloom means, for the cunnin' wolf who 
dons it, a tenth of all Cherokee's got. Which if he was 
to track up on ten people in succession, all of 'em down 
an' out, it's a cinch he'd have to begin life anew. 

"While not exyooberant like Boggs, Cherokee's at 
heart a optimist in a ondeemonstrative way. Likewise, 
as I says, he's enable to bear other people's sorrows, 
an' constrooes 'em, when vis'ble, to indicate a utter lack 
of coin. Once he embraces the latter idee, the end is on 
its way; life'll be a failure ontil he's reestored the affairs 
of that busted prairie dog to a cash basis. 

"An' if Cherokee can't stake said bankrupt direct, 
the latter bein' too sens'tive to accept, he'll go jumpin' 
sideways at him. Some folks grows haughty exactly as 
they grows poor; they're humble only when they're rich, 
an' refooses favors onless they can get along without 'em. 
Whenever Cherokee crosses up with one of these yere 
high-strung parties, he'plessly in the hole, he goes piroo- 
tin', mighty cautious, round the flanks of his pride, in 
veigles him into some shore-thing racket, an' lets him 
win himse'f out. Shore; I sees him do it more'n once. 

"Gamblers ain't respectable, you says? Well I 
don't say they be. Which I will remark, however, 
that when we're all gathered together in the misty be 
yond, if some gent who's been lined up for eternal jedg- 
ment, can't say nothin' for himse'f except he's respect 
able, the best thing he can do is pass an' offer to make 
it a jack. 

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"As I casts the eye of mem'ry r'arward, thar's no 
more pleasin' than that of Cherokee. Planted 
over back of his faro-box, Nell up ag'inst his right 
shoulder lookin' out the play, he's shore a benignant 
inflooence. As I onderstands, he's foaled orig'nal in 
Indiana. I once hears some jaundiced trant'ler 
which I quotes this verbal pig-nut prior declar' that 
Indiana is settled by folks who started for the West but 
lost their nerve. Sech bluffs don't incloode Cherokee 
a little bit. He's weak only with the weak, afraid only of 
the timid. While he's buffaloed by babes an' sucklin's 
easy, the war-song of the bad man huntin' trouble is as 
the music of a bridal to his y'ears. 

"Likewise Cherokee has views, an* when he's got con 
fidence in his aujience he voices 'em. Once over to the 
O. K. House at chuck time, some one Texas I reckons, 
or mebby now it's Boggs starts oratin' about ladies; 
an' lets on that, while they're plumb excellent in a heap 
of entrancin* reespecks, you-all can't put a bet on 'em, 
they bein' fitful not to say difoosive in their fancies, an' 
prone to shift camp on a gent when least looked for. 

" Cherokee combats these yere doctrines. 'The same 
not bein' my experience, none whatever!' says he. 
Then glancin' at Nell who, pretty as a stack of bloos, is 
mowin' away her flapjacks an' salt-hoss with the rest of us, 
he continyoos. 'Ladies is a heap likelier to run troo 
than gents. Which I've seen a lady hock her frock for 
the gent she loves. Also, if they ever does quit you, they 
quits you only in prosperity. Whoever hears of a lady 
abandonin' a party, an' him down? The same bein' 



the time, speakin' general, your he-friends seelects to 
murmur adios.' 

"'Well/ breaks in Texas, 'every sport to his own 
notion! But I certainly does find myse'f in wrong, 
when I weds that Laredo wife of mine! Which the too- 
multuous hours I passes in my capacity as a husband, 
leaves me girl-shy ever since.' 

"'Jest the same,' remarks Boggs, 'ladies is mighty 
alloorin'. The Doc thar' lookin' over to Peets 're 
cites some stanzas, about seventh drink-time last evenin', 
that shore matches my feelin's exact: 

" ' Oh woman in our hour of ease, 
Oncertain, coy an' hard to please; 
But seen too oft, familiar with her face, 
We first endure, then pity, then embrace. 

"'Yes, sir-ee!' concloodes Boggs, dippin' into a can 
of air-tights, 'you can gamble all you're worth that them's 
my sent'ments.' 

"'Another thing about ladies,' resoomes Cherokee, 
'they shore don't go 'round draggin' their verbal lariats 
an' tellin' things. Ladies is plenty reticent an' moote 
about what they knows.' 

[ "Some of 'em, however,' grumbles Texas, 'is plenty 
commoonicative touchin' what they don't know. It 
ain't her tellin' things of which she's aware, wharby my 
Laredo wife drives me locoed; it's by reelatin* things 
of which she's ignorant complete. Which if that lady 
only confines herse'f to facts them times, I'd have done 
stayed an' give her a battle; but the gent don't live who's 
able to keep his feet ag'in torrents of invidious fiction. 



That's where my former he'pmeet puts me on the run. 
I freely confesses that, whenever she starts exercisin* 
her fancy an' her tongue at one an* the same time, I 
begins hittin' the high places in the scenery, plenty fran 
tic, in efforts at a get-away/ 

"Speakin' of Cherokee possessin' the deep-sea wis 
dom of a cinnamon b'ar that a- way, why he'll even 
tackle religion, get him started once. It's what he tosses 
off all casyooal one evenin', that more or less serves in 
framin' up what you-all might call my theeol'gy. Peets 
is sayin' that, while he's eager to accept the idee of a 
footure life, his argyooment breaks down every time he 
seeks to convince himse'f tharof. 

"'I don't seem to connect none,' says Peets; 'an' so, 
while sech theeries don't make no hit with me, I'm con 
strained to regyard Boot Hill as the final finish.' 

"It's yere Cherokee sets in a reemonstrative stack. 
'Doc,' says he, 'that's because you faces the wrong way. 
Now, startin' from the ondeniable fact that you're livin ' 
a whole lot, instead of tryin' to prove thar is a yereafter, 
s'ppose you tries to prove thar ain't. It's my notion 
you'll find yourse'f more up ag'inst it even than you are 
before.' Then, appearin' like he's some ashamed, an' 
turnin' to Nell who's keepin' tabs, as well as lookin' 
out the deal he shifts the subject by askin', 'Whatever 
does that last jack do?'" 



FARO NELL'S full partner with Cherokee in his 
bank, an' he not only believes in her jedgment 
but in her luck. Let the game go rompin* 
along ag'inst him for three or four deals, an* he never 
fails to call Nell in behind the box. Likewise, the 
change is freequent beneficial. Many a time an* oft she 
brings home to the checkrack them hundreds Cherokee's 
lost out. Yoosual, however, he does the dealin', while 
Nell holds down her offishul p'sition on the lookout stool. 
" Cherokee sets a heap of store by little NelL Nothin' 
'11 cloud him up so quick as ontoward or sultry utter 
ances where she is. Nacherally, no se'f respectin' gent'll 
say what shocks a lady, an' the lady thar. Shorely, 
no one who's a citizen of Wolfville in good standin', 
'11 go lettin' his conversation get stampeded that a- way, 
no matter what's took place. With chance-blown 
sports, the case is sometimes otherwise. But they soon 
learns from the way Cherokee looks as well as what he 
does for from time to time he's forced to buffalo a few 
that, with Nell in the picture, it's a heap discreet to do 
their talkin' with the hobbles on. Not that these yere 
reestrictions works a hardship neither. In emergencies 
thar's still the street, an* any gent whose fate is more'n 
he can b'ar is free to go outside an' cuss. 



"For myse'f, I attaches no valyoo to that street fran 
chise, bein' ag'in bad language at all times, whatever 
the indoocements. Profanity is never a advantage, an* 
sometimes works a loss; which last is shown in the busi 
ness of the English Dooke. It's the verbal short-comin's 
of that peer which sets Nell's s'picions to millin'. 
Cherokee ? He's no more expectin' that titled Briton to 
turn himse'f loose fraudyoolent, than for Black Jack to 
ask a blessin' or break forth into the doxology. Also, 
the affair's a heap to Nell's credit; an' it shows that, when 
she's lookin' out, she's a adjunct not wisely to be dee- 

" Old Monte brings news of that patrician first. 'An' 
that nobleman/ says he, 'is threatenin' Wolfville with a 
call. He's pesterin' about Tucson now; an', you hear 
your Uncle Monte! what he's doin' to farobank in that 
meetrop'lis would fill a book! Dookes, that a-way, is 
certainly high-rollers.' 

"The Dooke it looks like exhausts Tucson, an' then 
he comes bulgin' into Wolfville per schedyool. Thar 
bein' no reason in partic'lar to have it in for dookes, 
the camp meets him plenty cordial. Enright an' Peets 
both drinks with him, an' tells him to browse 'round in 
the same onmuzzled way he would in England. 

"In the beginnin', the Dooke gives himse'f up to askin' 
questions concernin' the 'Resources of Arizona.' An' 
you can gamble he don't ask in vain. Which if he keeps 
tabs on them 'Resources,' as Texas an' Boggs an' Tutt 
enoomerates the same, the complete round-up's shore 
calk'lated to make him dizzy. Accordin' to them statis- 



ticians, Arizona, as a land flowin' with milk an' honey, 
has Canaan backed plumb off the map. Canaan ain't 
got a look-in! The Dooke, however, lets on he likes it, 
an' goes rummagin' about, buyin' licker an' droppin' 
' Hs,' an' all mighty aff 'ble an' permiscus. 

"He's a big, good-lookin' sport, the Dooke is; an' 
among other impedimenta, as the Mexicans say, he's 
got a valet. Whatever a gent needs of a valet in a cow 
country is too many for me, but the camp figgers it's 
a way dookes has, an' lets it go at that. This yere valet 
puts in his servile time standin' 'round, an' never opens 
his clamshell. In case the Dooke makes signals, 
however, he jumps to the fervent front like a jack- 

"It's the second afternoon when the Dooke decides 
to give Cherokee's game a whirl. He don't make no 
bones about it, but pulls up a cha'r as condescendin' 
as any other hoss thief, buys a couple of stacks of reds, 
an' stands blandly in. Nothin' much happens for meb- 
by it's a hour. The luck swings to an' fro, like the 
pendyoolum of one of these yere Dutch clocks; now the 
Dooke's ahead, now he's behind, but on the whole he's 

"Through divers an' sundry vicissitoods, the Dooke 
keeps his temper, an' it ain't ontil his swell bet's swept 
in his language begins to get hectic. He's in for the 
limit, two hundred simoleons, on the big squar', coppered. 
The king falls to win, an' nacherally the specyoolation 
goes ag'inst him. Wharat the Dooke onburdens in a 
mouthful of mighty dire oaths. 



"Cherokee halts the deal, his thumb on the face of 
the winnin' king. 

"'Excoose me,' says Cherokee, eyein' the Dooke a 
heap icy an* implac'ble. 'Let me remark in passin' 
that, while I don't aim to lay down no lingual rooles for 
the British nobility, if you-all is ag'in guilty of sech oral 
malefactions in the presence of this yere young lady, 
you'll get all kyarved up. The last offender has to 
sw'ar in his vote 'lection day, his feachures bein' altered 
to that degree he loses his identity. He looks so plumb 
strange an* new that even his acquaintances don't know 
him none.' 

"The Dooke breaks into profoose 'pologies. His 
feelin's, he explains, gets their bridle off inadvertent, 
an' it ain't goin' to happen no more. 

"Ton me word, it woan't!' says the Dooke. 

"'All right!' returns Cherokee, proceedin' with the 
turn. 'Which I'd have sliced you into half-apples at 
once, only I remembers how you're English, an' a 
Dooke besides, an' makes allowances for a nacheral 
ignorance. But don't do it no more. Seven lose, nine 

"The Dooke keeps on goin' behind, an* when the next 
deal's down to the turn his last red chip finds its way 
back into the rack. 

"'James,' says he, motionin' to his valet who's hover- 
in' in the background, 'give me me check-book.' 

"The valet capers for'ard with the check-book, an* 
one of them new-fangled pens which has ink up its sleeve. 
The Dooke gets busy an' indites a check. He pauses 



about the middle, an' remarks to Cherokee in that tired 
way which is the indoobitable mark of bloo blood, 
'Me dear sir, this game is trivial to the verge of fatiguin'. 
Would you mind advauncin' the limit to a thousand on 
doubles an' five hundred on a case? Reelly, I don't 
know but I might take some interest in it then.' 

"'No sech appeal,' replies Cherokee, 'is ever made to 
me in vain. In order that Wolfville may seem in all 
respecks like London to you, I yereby authorizes you to 
bet 'em higher 'n a cat's back.' 

"'Thanks, aw'fly!' says the Dooke. 

"The Dooke signs the check, an' starts to pass it over 
to Cherokee. Then he draws it back. 

"'No,' says he, smilin' like a p'lite bob-cat, 'it would 
be too presumptuous to ask a stranger to accept me 
signachoor for so large a sum. This is for one thousand 
pounds I should say five thousand dollars; I'll send 
it down to the express company.' Then to the valet: 
'James, take this to the Wells-Fargo office. They've 
had instructions, an' will give you gold for it.' 

"The valet bows to the floor as he ropes onto the check. 
'Very good, sir!' he says, an' ambles off. 

! "An' now,' observes the Dooke to Cherokee, 'if 
you'll be so kind as to oblige me with five thousand dollars 
in chips, pendin' me valet's return, I think we may 
continyoo. The cash to pay for them will be here pres 
ently not a doubt of it! Or, if by any accident an* 
that's hardly to be thought of as possible a mistake 
has occurred in the express company's instructions, an' 
the check is not honored, the play need bind no one. 



Win or lose, it's onderstood that onless James returns 
with the five thousand, the play don't go.' 

" Cherokee never dreams of hesitatin', but shoves over 
five thousand in yellow chips a hundred dollars a chip. 
The Dooke sweeps 'em towards him, an' the deal 

"It's yere an' now that luck shifts; the Dooke com 
mences to win. He's pilin' up the yellow boys in stacks of 
ten, too a cool thousand on a kyard! Likewise, since 
he's placin' each bet so it's down four ways at once, he's 
gettin' veheement action. Everything's the Dooke 's 
like a avalanche, an' by the time the deal's half out, 
he's ten thousand to the good an' still a-goin*. Also, 
he ain't so thoroughbred but what his eyes is blazin' 
with avarice. Cherokee's face is as deevoid of expression 
as the wrong side of a tombstone. The deal goes on, 
the stream of the Dooke's winnin's flowin' in onchecked. 

"When that valet goes weavin' off to the Wells-Fargo 
folks, packin' the Dooke's five thousand-dollar check, 
Nell slides off her perch, an' motions Boggs to take her 
place. No one minds; she does the same thing often when 
she's tired. The deal proceeds, Boggs actin* as lookout, 
an' Nell sa'nters forth into the street. 

"The Wells-Fargo office is at the far end of camp, an' 
onless the valet's a antelope it'll be twenty minutes before 
he's doo to show up. The Dooke's skirmishin* with his 
eye watchin', an', when at last he does get back, sees 
him the moment he steps in the door. Black Jack, who's 
faced so he can tell, avers that the Dooke signs up to the 
valet with a pecooliar wink, an' that tharupon the valet, 



like the wink means the Dooke's on knee-deep velvet 
that a-way, pulls a roll of money from his jeans. 

"'I beg pardon, sir/ says the valet; "ere's the money, 
sir. They didn't 'ave the gold, sir; I 'opes the bills '11 do.' 

"'Certainly!' says the Dooke, takin' the roll plenty 
lofty; 'bills or gold, it's all the same.' 

"The Dooke runs through the bundle ten five- 
hundred-dollar notes, an' passes it over to Cherokee. 

"'That makes good/ says he. 

"'Not yet it don't!' 

"It's Nell who interferes Nell who, comin* in on the 
heels of the valet, now rounds herse'f up at Cherokee's 
shoulder. As she takes charge of the sityooation, she 
pushes the money back to the Dooke. 

"'Beg pardon, Miss!' observes the Dooke; an', for 
all his bluff front, a frightened look drifts across his face. 
'Beg pardon; but I reely don't onderstand!' 

'"You don't?' repeats Nell, her eye some scornful. 
Then to Cherokee: 'That tin-horn bandit of a valet 
never offers no check to the Wells-Fargo folks. He goes 
to the office, an' asks a fool question or two; but, so far 
from cashin' any check, that worthless docyooment's 
in his clothes right now. I'll bet a new bunnet this 
titled horned-toad ain't got a centouse with the express 
people. He's been handin' you an' me the old-thing.' 

"Oh, I see!' says Cherokee, an' the glance he bestows 
upon the Dooke is the kind that frequent ushers in a 
fooneral. 'The notion ain't so bad, neither! This yere 
noble hold-up writes a no-account check, an' sends it out 
by his partner; who strolls about, goes as far as the express 



offices for the looks of the thing an* to kill time proper, 
an* returns. An* the idee's this: If you wins' turnin' 
to the Dooke direct 'you gives him the office, an* he 
reports the check cashed. If you're behind, you signs 
him up to that effect. Perceivin' which, he's sorry, but 
is obleeged to say the express people ain't received no 
instructions none as yet, an' turns the check down. Thar 
bein* no money forth-comin', accordin' to the onderstand- 
in' win or lose, the play don't go. It's a beautiful 
scheme a scheme where my only chance is to lose, an' 
your only chance is to win I ' 

"'Me dear sir,' chatters the Dooke, 'this is Greek to 
me! I don't onderstand it at all! James!' 

"Thar's no 'James'; the valet's faded. 

; "An' shows his sense!' remarks Boggs. 

"'You don't savey?' repeats Cherokee. 'All you 
needs is a five thousand dollar roll, a English accent, 
a imitation valet, an' a blinded come-on like me, an* 
your fortune's made! I've been imposed upon a heap 
of ways, but this yere wrinkle's new complete. Come; 
set in those chips! While you can't have my money, 
as a lesson to myse'f , seein' how close you comes to landin' 
me, I'm goin' to let you deepart with the honors of war 
your life and your bank-roll.' 

"Cherokee counts the Dooke's chips back into the 
check-rack, an the count shows he has the game beat 
for clost onto fifteen thousand dollars. 

"'You come mighty near makin' a killin', Dooke!' 
remarks Boggs, who's listenin' an' lookin' on a heap in 



"The Dooke is murmurin' onder his breath about 
how he 'don't onderstand,' when Cherokee cuts him 

"'Yere!' exclaims Cherokee; 'go with Jack Moore 
to the Wells-Fargo people; an', if they cashes your check, 
I'll make good this yere fifteen thousand dollars worth 
of chips twice over. But thar's this proviso: If the 
Wells-Fargoes don't come down, you'll shore find some 
one shootin' at you with two guns at once.' 

"Not bein' locoed, the Dooke don't take Cherokee's 
proffer, but makes a gesture like he's the victim of mis- 

"'You better hit the trail a lot!' says Enright to the 
Dooke, as that member of the House of Lords hesitates 
about the Red Light door. 'For while this yere's a 
idle sort o' afternoon, an' I don't feel much like goin' 
through the labors of a lynchin', the idee of swingin' 
off a nobleman is far from bein' reepellant. It's my 
opinion, should some member of the stranglers make a 
motion to that effect, it'd carry yoonanimous. As 
I su'gests, Dooke, you'd better hit the trail!' 

"An' havin' hit it, don't stop goin', neither!' warns 
Jack Moore. 'Keep forgin' right ahead ontil you're 
miles beyond the confines of this camp. The game 
law's out on dookes, an' if you stays loiterin' round, some 
gent who's makin' a collection'll take to bombardin' 
you up by way of addin' you to his mooseyum.' 

"But where can I go?' pleads the Dooke, castin* 
a despairin' glance about, like he's seekin' to locate that 
vanished valet. 



'"Go to Red Dog,' breaks in Boggs; 'they'll be 
tickled to death to see you over thar. If you beats that 
gang of drunkards out of anything, you can keep it. 
However, I don't much reckon you will, for as shore- 
thing artists they're cap'ble of goin j some themselves. 
Also, if you starts anything, an' them veterans in crime 
ketches you at it, you're a gone fawnskin. Them Red 
Dog outcasts ain't so leenient as Cherokee yere/ 

"'However do you come to think of it, Nell?' asks 
Cherokee later. ' That wily stranger, with his little check 
book, would have got by me like runnin' water!' 

"'In my experience,' returns Nell, with the air of bein' 
a hundred years old, 'bad checks an' bad manners goes 
hand in hand. I knows what I thinks of this yere Dooke's 
language, an' it strikes me I'll trail out after that valet 
an' see what the express people thinks of his signachoor.' 

'"Well/ says Cherokee, snappin' the deck in the box 
for another deal, 'I ain't as a roole in favor of encouragin' 
habits of s'picion in the very young; but in the present 
instance, Nell, since it leaves you an' me them sev'ral 
thousand kopecs to the good, it would shore seem far 
fetched in me to go formyoolatin' any reproofs. In 
short, I regyards it rather as a season for congratyoola- 
tions; in which sperit I yereby apprises our honored bar- 
keep that the camp's honin' to yoonite in a libation to 
your health. Jack,' concloods Cherokee, motionin' 
to Black Jack, 'as the Ganymede of the establishment 
the rest reemains with you." 



SPEAKIN' of Cherokee holdin' them views as to 
a footure life," observed the Old Cattleman, 
feeling for the lemon peel in his glass, " I'm 
bound to say that personal I ain't religious none; leastwise 
in the church sense, ownin' no talents tharfor. Also, as a 
roole, I prefers doin' good to doin' right. The gent who 
does right is thinkin' of himse'f ; the gent who does good 
is thinkin' of others which is a heap better for hooman- 
ity. No, I'm not religious; an' yet, if ever I'm inclined 
to doubt the eff'cacy of religion, them changes wrought 
in the Off- Wheeler makes said doubts reedic'lous. 

"Is Wolfville religious? you asks. While its relig 
ious feelin* is some latent, you can bet your pony an' 
throw the saddle in, Wolfville is a Christain commoonity. 
I makes this announcement confident; because, when a 
obtroosive proflagate comes weavin' over from Red Dog, 
allowin' he's a atheist, Boggs is thar with all four hoofs 
to call his bluff. 

"We're playin' poker at the time, Boggs jugglin' the 
deck. ' An' so, ' says Boggs, pausin' in mid-deal, as this 
pagan person decl'res himse'f as sech, * you're one of them 
cunnin' tarrapins who don't believe in nothin'?' 
, "That's whatever!' retorts the Red Dog pagan, 



mighty sprightly. 'Go on with the deal; I ain't got but 
three kyards.' 

" 'The same bein' all you're goin' to get,' returns Boggs, 
tossin' the deck onto the table an' shovin' back his cha'r. 
'Do you-all reckon I'd set across from an outcast who 
denies the trooths of Holy Writ? Not if I holds four 
kings an* a ace perpetyooal.' 

"The balance of the outfit follows Boggs' smoke; 
Cherokee Hall bars the onbeliever at faro-bank, the Red 
Light refooses him licker, an' Missis Rucker gives it out 
cold that, if she only receives word in time, she'd have 
shore pinched down on his grub. In less space then it 
takes to rope an' hawgtie a steer, he's 'ostracised/ as 
Doc Peets calls it. Which that ostracism works, too; 
an* it so deepresses the Red Dog pagan that, next mornin' 
at sun-up, he pulls his subdooed an' ondeemonstrative 
freight. Shore, he goes back to Red Dog; where, sur 
rounded by that passel of Ishmaels which is its citizens, 
he ondoubted feels as much at home as a drunkard at 
a barbecue. 

"It's as well he makes that get-away plenty prompt; 
for the idee of him bein' a atheist, gets so proned into 
Boggs that, by third drink time, the sight of him would 
have brought on a religious war. Boggs goes so far as to 
tell Old Man Enright, that, in his pore, sinful estimation, 
it's our dooty as a camp to paint up for a croosade ag'in 
Red Dog, her harborin' sech heathen. Enright, how 
ever, allows they're protected by the constitootion, an' 
so Boggs simmers down. 

"An' I'm yere to remark that the subsequent doin's 



of this pagan person jestifies the elevation of Wolfville's 
attitoode. It ain't more'n months when he sticks up 
the stage over by the Whetstone Springs, an' prounces 
on the mail-bag an' the Wells-Fargo box felonious. 

"'You-all takes it from me/ says Boggs, when he's 
told of the coach bein' rustled, ' them atheists is all hold 
ups in their hearts. Which they'd every man jack of 
'em be out workin' the trails right now, only thar ain't 
mail-bags an' express boxes to go 'round.' 

"From the stand we takes in the case of this yere Red 
Dog pagan, you-all sees that, onderneath the surface like 
a streak of ore, Wolfville is rich in religious feelin'. It's 
dormant, merely, because none of them evangelical en 
gineers has come pirootin' along, to sink a shaft an' 
work it. 

"For one brief moment, an' one only, is the gospel 
torch set blazin' in our midst. An' of all folks, it's the 
Off- Wheeler who lights it up! That it's him proves as 
amazin' as a cow on a front porch. Doc Peets himse'f 
speaks of it as a ' pheenomenon : ' an' when it comes to 
readin' the brands on a pheenomenon, an* readin' 'em 
right, I'll back Peets ag'in entire Arizona. I've said 
freequent that he's the best eddicated scientist in the 
Territory, an' I only desires to add at this eepock that 
the statement goes for the limit, with any gent who feels 

"This yere Off- Wheeler has been hankerin' 'round 

Wolfville, mebby it's six months, before he takes to 

jumpin' sideways religious that a-way. His days is 

spent vibratin' between the Red Light an' the O. K. 

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Restauraw, with now an' then a evenin' at the dance hall. 
Not that he ever shakes a festive laig at the latter * Temple 
of Harmonious Mirth/ as Hamilton is fond of callin' the 
same; not that he becomes gala in any polkas, or waxes 
circooitous in any walses, or loosens the floor boards in 
any quadrilles. Is he too old ? I don't reckon now he's 
overtook thirty years as yet; but, commonly, he's too 
seedate to dance, which is to say he's too drunk. Ine 
briated gents is plenty out o' place in a quadrille, though 
some of 'em frequent holds contrary views. As to the 
Off- Wheeler; he never falls into no sech error. His 
licker, instead of renderin' him vivacious, sort o' bogs 
him down; realizin' which, he ain't that fool-minded as to 
go lapsin' into the dizzy whirl as a performer. 

"It's from Black Jack, with whom he's more or less 
free across the Red Light counter, that I gleans what 
little I saveys concernin' the Off- Wheeler. It looks 
like his folks don't want him East none; an', I must say, 
no gent who makes a study of the quantity of Old Jordan 
he consoomes, is obleeged to ask the reasons why. Old 
Monte, for years, is the offishul drunkard of Wolfville; 
an* yet that Off-Wheeler boy comes rollickin' along, 
an' wrests the bacchanalian laurels from Old Monte's 
brow, as easy as if that dipsomaniac has only learned the 
taste of licker yesterday! 

"Of course, the latter sot is thar with his yoosual 
excuses, an' p'ints out that his deebauches is necessarily 
interrupted, him havin' to sober up s'fficient to take 
out the stage. The Off- Wheeler, he says, with no stage 
to drive, an' no mail-bag an' express box reespons'bilities, 



has the advantage. Still it's the expert Wolfville view, 
beginnin' with Dave Tutt an' goin' to Enright, that 
with the stage coach left out entire Old Monte never 
stands a chance. That pore old profligate wouldn't 
be ace high ag'in the Off- Wheeler in nose-paint competi 
tions. Which the Mohave desert is a swamp compared 
to the latter artist, he's that onslaked. 

"While none of us deems ill of the Off-Wheeler," 
continued the old gentleman, pouring a reflective three 
fingers of his favorite refreshment, "the only party about 
the camp who reely loves him is Black Jack. The 
trooth is him bein' commonly dulled by drink that a-way 
none of the rest of us gets much acquainted with him. 
Also, from a bashful habit he deevelops, of hoppin' out 
the door every time a gent starts some triflin' gun-play, 
the belief gains ground that he's 'most too timid for Ari 
zona. This nacherally don't he'p his standin' none, in a 
camp where the only aristocracy is the aristocracy of nerve. 

"'The trouble with him, gents,' explains Jack, at- 
temptin' the Off- Wheeler's rescoo as to that question of 
nerve, 'is he's gun-shy. It's because he's over-bred, 
him comin' from a bloo-blood family. You notices the 
same thing in dogs that's bred too fine/ 

" None of us regyards this theery of Jack's as possessin' 
signif'cance, or provin' anything except he's so foolish 
fond of the Off-Wheeler it obscoores his jedgement. 

" You see Jack has a moosical ear, an' the Off- Wheeler 
can shore sing a whole lot. It's his singin' which biases 
Jack. Evenin's, when trade is slack at the Red Light, 
Jack an' the Off- Wheeler frequent finds themselves 



alone. Jack'll be lightin' up the karosene lamps, or 
mebby teeterin' 'round turnin' down them that smokes. 
Feelin' lonesome, he'll request the Off- Wheeler to sing 
Home, Sweet Home. Which that victim of rum never 
refooses, but, cl'arin' his valves with another hooker, 
allers cuts loose. 

"The strange thing, considerin' how Jack himse'f 
goes honin' for said madrigal, is it's shore to make that 
drink-mixer weep. He's a mighty sentimental barkeep, 
Jack is, an', every time the Off- Wheeler hands him Home, 
Sweet Home, he shorely does shed tears profoose. 

"An' yet I regyards them lamentations as to Jack's 
credit; the more, when I finds out he never has no home 
as he, himse'f, confesses to me private. I'm sayin' 
how them childhood's scenes which surrounds his yooth 
must have been hotbeds of affectionate peace, to make 
him feel like he does. 

"'That's it!' he returns, gulpin' down a sob, an' 
swabbin' off the bar hysterical; 'my yooth goes onnursed 
of any home outside a cow camp. Which is why I 
howls when I hears that ballad! You sports, who've 
had homes, of course don't mind.' 

"It's in Tucson the Off- Wheeler is took religious that 
time; an' the very way he comes to shift his blankets to 
said meetropolis, looks of itse'f like the movin' of the hand 
of Providence. He slides over to Tucson by request of 
Hamilton, who is that maddened about business troubles 
of which the Off- Wheeler is the onintentional bug onder 
the chip he says he's afraid of what may ensoo if the 
Off- Wheeler stays in sight. 



"'It's not, I confess, for me,' says Hamilton, 'to go 
forcin' a gent to migrate, wharf ore I puts this on personal 
grounds entire. I reequests you, merely as gent to gent, 
to vamos for Tucson, ontil sech times as I gets my feel- 
in's bedded down. It's odds on, if you-all remains where 
I can see you, an* me aggravated the way I be, it'll bring 
on 'motional insanity, onder the inflooence of which I'll 
jest about shoot you up a lot. Tharfore, I begs as a 
favor that you jump over to Tucson, ontil my wounds 
is healed an' this yere fit wears off/ 

" No one blames Hamilton partic'lar for makin' these 
suggestions, for he's shore suffered a heap. Besides, 
he's by nacher as nervous a party as Boggs, an' as much 
a slave to the emotions. On the other hand, we don't 
exactly go trackin' 'round condemnin' the Off- Wheeler 
neither. It's askin' too much of a gent, an' him a tender 
foot, to expect him to stay planted where most likely 
he'll get all shot up, over issues wharin he has no interest. 

" At that, as Texas Thompson, who sort o' leans to the 
Hamilton side, says, thar's right ways an' wrong ways 
to go eelim'natin' of yourse'f from other gents' wars; 
an', when the Off-Wheeler, in gettin' out from between 
Doc Holiday who's payin' us a friendly visit an' an 
offensive sport from Prescott, almost t'ars the side out 
o' the dance hall, he somewhat oversteps. 

" Whatever is the trouble ? It's this a-way : It begins 
by the Prescott party, in a mood of roode exyooberance, 
tanglin' up his spurs in the trooseau of Holiday's partner, 
who's floatin' by in a Pocatello reel. Holiday, with that, 
starts in to teach the Prescott party what's due a lady 



with his six-shooter. Shore; Holiday is right! The 
first dooty of a gent is to rebooke vulgarity. 

"Now the Off- Wheeler, inadvertent, is in the line of 
fire; an', when the lead begins to sing, he takes it on the 
run. But he don't make for the front door which is 
the public's; he heads for the orchestra's private door. 

"Moosicians in Arizona is some sparse. The Dutch 
man with the big riddle, Hamilton freights in from twelve 
hundred miles away, an' pays five hundred dollars for. 
In a sperit of proodence, Hamilton plants his high-priced 
troobadours by a side door, so they can skip out safe in 
case of gun-playin' an' war-dancin' on the floor. His 
arrangements would have been perfect, only it befalls 
that when Holiday an' the Prescott boor hooks up, the 
Off- Wheeler, in his frenzied rush for the orchestra's pri 
vate door, mounts an' walks down the virchuoso with the 
big fiddle, an' leaves 'em both a wreck. That invalyoo- 
able big fiddle is redooced to toothpicks! No wonder 
it locoes Hamilton! 

"'It's not the Dutchman I bewails,' says Hamilton, 
* but wherever am I to get another doghouse voylin ? ' 

"While the Off- Wheeler comes in for a modicum of 
disrepoote because of this eepisode, opinion as stated 
don't all run one way. The day the Off-Wheeler 
leaves, as Texas Thompson goes to criticism' him over 
the layout to Cherokee, Faro Nell, who's on the lookout 
stool where she belongs, cuts in for the Off- Wheeler. 

" 'Which I don't think/ says Nell,takin' the words out 
o' Cherokee's mouth, 'that that Off- Wheeler boy is 
none to blame. The Prescott person is actin' like he's 



out to down everybody in the room he's shootin* so 
difoose. Jim Hamilton's no business to go to ghost- 

"'Straighten up them chips on the eight/ observes 
Cherokee, across to Texas. 

"Cherokee aims to change the subject, but Nell don't 
heed him more'n if he's the wind that blows. 

"' You bet, I'll shore tell Jim Hamilton what I thinks,' 
she goes on, pickin' up a stack Texas has jest lost 
on the trey; 'an' so'll Missis Rucker. The idee of 
him trackin' 'round permiscus, about a measly old 

"Texas an' Cherokee says nothin'; it ain't lucky to go 
contradictin' Nell. 

"The Off- Wheeler's been in Tucson two weeks, an' 
none of us is thinkin' of him partic'lar, when of a sudden 
Old Monte brings the word. Which we-all sees thar's 
something in the wind, long before the stage reaches town, 
from the fuss the old reprobate is raisin*. He's pourin' 
the leather into the six horses, an' sendin' 'em to beat four 
of a kind. 

" ' Mebby it's a lady/ says Boggs, watchin' the nearin' 
dust-cloud, an' givin' a extra cock to his Chihuahua hat. 
'That bond slave of alcohol allers keeps his team up 
ag'inst the bit, when thar's a lady aboard.' 

"But it ain't no lady; thar's nobody in the stage save 
sev'ral pale he-towerists, who seems pleased to get shet 
of sech drivin'. 

"It's in the Red Light, where he goes to rinse the thirst 
out o' his mouth, Old Monte onfurls what's happened. 



Also, he's most onfeelin' slow gettin' started. Now 
he's with us, his headlong dust-raisin' haste disappears ; 
he measures out his forty drops that deeliberate, thar 
ain't one of us don't eetch to beat in his head with a gun. 
Boggs, who's as inquisitive as a pet b'ar, at last can 
no longer reestrain his cur'osity. 

"'Smoke up thar, you old prairie dog!' he roars. 
' Is it a killin' ? Does any of them Tucson horned toads 
get beefed?' 

"'Beefed?' repeats Old Monte, contempchoous, 
settin' down his glass; 'it's a mighty sight awfuller than 
that! The Off- Wheeler's j'ined the church.' 

"'What!' shouts Boggs. 

"'Moreover/ goes on Old Monte, after the informa 
tion trickles into us, 'he's plottin' to come down on this 
devoted outfit all spraddled out, my next trip back from 
Tucson, an' preach a heap. He allows he'll show us our 
sins as in a lookin '-glass; which them's his words, 
gents! "Wolfville experiences me at my worst; she 
shall now behold me at my best!" says he.' 

"'So he's goin'to preach!' exclaims Texas Thompson. 
'Well, if that don't beat a royal flush! Whatever is 
this yere Off- Wheeler party thinkin' of ? Does he reckon 
he's goin' to tree the camp in this onlicensed manner, 
an' go promulgatin' doctrines?' 

"'An' why not?' demands Boggs, who's pleased by 
excitement. 'Ain't the Off- Wheeler a free immoral 
agent? Which if this sheep that was lost an' is found 
ag'in as parson Cartwright back in Missouri used to 
say desires to be heard theological, it's up to us, in- 



stead of obstructin' the play, to sort o' cosset it along. 
I'm yere to say I'm with him for them services.' 

"It's mighty likely Texas would have locked horns 
with Boggs; but seem' that Enright an' Peets, with Dave 
Tutt trailin', expresses themselves sim'lar he waives it. 

"Black Jack, when he hears, is that delighted he 
forgets his dooties as barkeep. Bein' reeproved by Peets, 
he slams all his bottles on the bar, utterly reckless 

"'It's on the house, gents!' he says. 'He'p your 
selves hearty! Which I knowed the Off- Wheeler would 
make you-all coyotes set up, once he struck his gait!' 

"Old Monte, who don't propose to get lost in the 
shuffle, takes up in deetail how the Off- Wheeler becomes 

"'This is how it falls in, gents,' he explains. 'Thar's 
a gospel sharp got a tent over thar, an* the way he's 
holdin' forth is shore prodigious. Not that I goes ma- 
raudin' 'round his game none myse'f, fearin' he might 
get his runnin' iron onto me. Religion is ondoubted 
all right; but it wouldn't blend happ'ly with stage drivin'. 
Bein' younger, an' I might add drunker, this Off-Wheeler 
ain't so discreet as me; an' he takes to idlin' 'round the 
meetin's, till, bang! one evenin' when he's off his gyard, 
he's roped an' throwed an' branded into life everlastin' 
like crackin' off a Colt's-45.' 

"'Does he tell you this himse'f ?' asks Enright. 

"'It's the barkeep at the Oriental. He puts it up I 
ought to ride over to that gospel herd, an' cut the Off- 
Wheeler out a lot. I'm yere to say I don't see eevents 
in that light. Some of the biggest hostiles in Tucson 



is at them meetings on their knees, an* at the least sign of 
me tamperin' with the Off- Wheeler, or tryin' to snake the 
game, they'd have took enough of my ha'r to stuff a 
cushion for the pulpit/ 

"'Still, you converses with the Off- Wheeler?' inter 
rogates Peets. 

"'Nothin' shorer!' says Old Monte. 'But, say! 
I can tell they has him cinched with the first word I He 
does all the talkin', calls me a lost soul personal, gives it 
out that he himse'f is a brand snatched from the burnin', 
an' final defies every gent, not of his way of thinkin', 
as a emissary of evil. Seein' he's plumb beyond control, 
I goes to the diskyard. Reply was useless, gents,' con- 
tinyoos Old Monte, thinkin' mebby he needs defence. 
'It would have been like talkin' to a sand storm the 
Off- Wheeler's took that bad! Besides he ain't so tame 
as he was. His air is grown brash an' cocky; an' he 
might resent me tryin' to play his hand. Which I've 
seen these yere reevivals in the states; an' thar's no fore- 
tellin' what a gent will do, once he's filled with grace.' 

"'Whatever,' says Dave Tutt, speakin' gen'ral, 'do 
you reckon this Off- Wheeler strikes when he goes glancin' 
off into religion this a-way?' 

"'Mebby,' observes Boggs, 'it's the change of licker. 
That Tucson nose-paint would make a jackrabbit insult 
a coyote to his face.' 

'"That's not it!' says Old Monte, emphatic; 'the 
Off- Wheeler's as cold sober as a fish.' 

'"Wouldn't that of itse'f explain it?' asks Texas 
Thompson, appealin' to Peets in his role of scientist. 



'Don't you figger, Doc, that stoppin' his Old Jordan on- 
balances his mind?' 

"Peets snaps his fingers at sech surmises, as much too 
farfetched. In the end we-all settles down to wait; 
by what Old Monte says, the Off- Wheeler's due to come 
prancin' along poco tiempo, an' then the myst'ry envel- 
opin* his doin's should begin to cl'ar up." 


DURIN' the three days prior to the Off- Wheeler 
showin' up, the camp don't talk of nothin' else. 
He supplants faro-bank an' yoosurps whiskey 
in the public mind. Enright an* Peets allows that his 
holdin' services is a good scheme, as calk'lated to give 
'em a splendid impression of us East. 

"Besides/ adds Enright, 'thar's a roomer that Red 
Dog is out to build a chapel. This'll show how, in mat 
ters churchly as in all things else, Wolfville has simply 
got that low-flung hamlet beat both ways from the jack.' 

"When the day arrives, Boggs hints 'round that a 
healthy notion would be to saddle up, an' meet the Off- 
Wheeler with a friendly foosilade from our guns, by way 
of welcome. Enright shakes his head. 

" 'It might give the boy a skeer,' he says, 'an' stampede 
him to the p'int where he abandons his idee of preachin'. 
It's better to let him hit camp, as though his gettin' re 
ligion's as commonplace as ground-owls.' 

"Nacherally we takes our hunch from Enright, an' 
when the stage pulls up at the post-office, an' the Off- 
Wheeler eemerges tharfrom, we confines our demonstra 
tions to sayin' 'Howdy!' He says 'Howdy!' back, an* 
heads for Missis Rucker's. 



" Presently Rucker comes across to say the Off- Wheeler 
wants to see Enright. Then Jack Moore is sent for; 
an' a little later Jack tacks up a notice in the Red Light, 
settin' forth thar'll be church next day at two P. M. 

"' That's the talk!' cries Black Jack, readin' the 
notice aloud, some enthoosiastic. 'The Off- Wheeler's 
no slouch! He's a wolf, an' it's his night to howl!' 

"When Enright rej'ines us, he's smilin* wide an* 
bland. 'Nothin' could be more sincere than that yooth/ 
he announces. 'I asks him whatever is his little game. 
He explains that, after holdin' church among us this time, 
he's goin' chargin' back to the States to study preachin* 
as a reg'lar play, an' get himse'f ordained a shore-enough 
divine. After which he figgers on settlin' down among us, 
an' ridin' herd on our souls. Of course I tells him that 
what he plans is bound to do him proud; an' that Wolf- 
ville will be ever thar, for its bank roll, to back his 

"Hearin' of the comin' meetin', the controllin' in- 
flooence of the Bird Cage Op'ry House offers that edifice. 
Enright, who's took to managin' for the Off- Wheeler, 
deeclines with thanks. He lets on that the warehouse, 
belongin' to the New York Store, will do better. 
"It's smaller, an' tharfore cosier,' says Enright. 

"Boggs an' Black Jack now takes hold strong. They 
rolls in a drygoods box, an' spreads a red Navajo blanket 
over it the same makin' a gorgeous pulpit. They totes 
cha'rs from the O. K. Restauraw ontil you can't rest. 
As a final break they packs over the pianny from the 
dance hall Hamilton, who's gone into the racket to 



the saddle girths, he'pin'. After that they rests from 
their labors. 

"Texas Thompson evinces surprise at Hamilton 
fomentin' this preachin', an' him wantin* to go gunnin' 
for the Off- Wheeler, not three weeks before. 

"'You see/ says Hamilton, in explanation, 'it's me 
chasin' him out o' town, that a-way, which now impels 
me to give him a boost. I'm preyed on by the feelin' 
that I'm onjest to the Off- Wheeler. As makin' amends, 
I turns in with moosicians an' pianny an* cha'rs, an* 
strives to rib up these yere services, so's the same'll 
be a howlin' vict'ry. Even if the Off- Wheeler does trom- 
ple down my priceless dog-house voylin, I'm no gent to 
b'ar malice; an* I acts accordin'!' 

"For one hour before the services begins, Black Jack 
an' Hamilton shets off on the sale of snake-jooce at the 
Red Light an' the dance hall bars. It's Hamilton who 
proposes, temp'rarily, to thus close down these em- 
poriyums, Jack at the go-off hesitatin'. 

"'Not from no low lust of gain/ says Jack; 'but I ain't 
none certain a few fingers of Old Jordan, distributed 
round in the flock, won't make it easier for the Off- 
Wheeler. It might render 'em soft an' good-nachered, 
an' not so prone to plant their moccasins an' hold back.' 

"Hamilton possesses contrary beliefs. 'Let's send 
the outfit in on a cold collar/ urges Hamilton. 'Then 
they can protect themselves; an' afterward, if any of 
'em is took religious, they can't blame no one but them 
selves. Moreover, they won't be so apt to backslide. 
It's safer for the repyootation of the Off- Wheeler as a 



divine. It might be remembered ag'in him invidious, 
if he brings some party to his knees, an' later that convert 
goes romancin' off ag'in to eat sinful husks an* draff 
with the swine.' 

"Jack is so carried off his feet by this, he not only 
coincides yoonanimous, but declar's on the quiet to Dave 
Tutt that thar's depths in Hamilton's intellects hitherto 

"At church time Boggs app'ints himse'f corral boss, 
an' shows the folks their seats. Wolfville's best element 
turns out in a body. Tucson Jennie, with her infant 
Enright Peets Tutt, has a front cha'r by the side of Dave; 
Missis Rucker, bringin' Rucker the latter lookin' sub- 
dooed, but sore about bein' snatched from his refutch 
among the Apaches is present; while scattered yere an' 
thar is Cherokee, an' Faro Nell, an' Texas Thompson, 
an' the rest. Black Jack an' Hamilton, actin' as look 
outs an' case-keepers to Boggs reespective, takes seats in 
the r'ar. 

"When everything is lined up, the Off- Wheeler, 
packin' a giant Bible onder his arm, shows in the door. 
Followed by Enright an' Peets, he p'rades up the middle 
aisle an' goes into camp, all dignified, back of the dry- 
goods box pulpit with its Navajo blanket cover. He 
deeposits the scriptures in the middle of the red blanket 
an' then turns to Enright. 

"Nacherally, while these yere various an' sundry 
steps is bein' took, we sizes up the Off- Wheeler. He 
shore does appear reegenerated a whole lot, though most 
likely a heap of that arises from gettin' the whiskey out 



o' him. All the same he wears a game, noble look, 
as though them draughts of troo religion has been like 
the milk of mountain lions to him. 

" ' When you all recalls what he was/ says Hamilton, 
leanin' over to whisper in my y'ear, 'an' then sees what 
he is, it jest does a sport good to look at him!' 

"As the Off- Wheeler indulges in that preelim'nary 
glance at Enright, Wolfville's old warchief gets up. ' No 
one/ observes Enright, his eye rovin' mildly about the 
room, 'will misonderstand me bein' yere. Brother 
Hawkins, formerly an* favorably known among us as the 
Off- Wheeler, has asked me to preeside, an* I gladly yields ; 
the more cheerful, since Brother Peets consents to 
support my ignorance by his urbane countenance an* 
sagacious counsel. Should I strike a quicksand crossing 
an* seem at any time in peril of boggin' down, Brother 
Peets will be on hand to pull me through. These ser 
vices' yere Enright consults a kyard, whereon the rootine 
of the proceedings has been framed up in the nacher of 
a programme 'will commence by that celebrated canta- 
trice, Sister Sophy Silverthorne of the Bird Cage Op'ry 
House, leadin' us in Rock of Ages.' 

"As Enright resoomes his cha'r, the whole band of us 
Hamilton's pianny player, seated at that instrooment, 
beatin' out the 'companyment onder the lead of Miss 
Silverthorne, lifts up our voices in the hymn. Boggs 
throws his heart into it to that reesoundin' extent, that 
Red Dog sends over a rum-soaked miscreant to ask 
what's wrong. No; you can go your ultimate chip this 
insultin' emissary don't deevelop his real mission none. 



He comes projectin' 'round the door towards the finish; 
but we never do know what brings him thar for over a 
month. Bogg's language is sech as to kill an acre of 
grass when he learns; but it's too late to get reesentful 

"On the hocks of that Rock of Ages hymn, the Off- 
Wheeler announces he'll open the deal with pray'r. 
We sinks our heads a heap deevout, for we wants to show 
we're wise to the proper caper. The Off- Wheeler 
begins to pour forth. He prays for Wolfville, for Arizona, 
an' at last incloods mankind at large in his orisons. I 
never does behold a more creditable seige of the throne, 
since last I sees the Cumberland. 

"Also, I holds now as I holds then that if the Off- 
Wheeler had stuck to glitterin' gen'ralities, the meetin' 
would have gone from soda to hock without a murmur 
of discord. Mind you, I don't say that even as the 
kyards come out o' the box, it ain't for the best. 

"After exhaustin' the sityooation, along what Peets 
calls 'broader lines,' the Off- Wheeler begins petitionin' 
for people speshul. As a starter, he hurls himse'f loose 
for Hamilton; an' the way he lays open the shortcomin's 
of that onforchoonate gent is shore s'fficient to make a 
graven image ketch its breath. The Off- Wheeler never 
misses a trick. On he surges, t'arin' away at pore Hamil 
ton without reference to the weave of the cloth. 

"Although it's in the middle of the pray'r, where the 
current's swiftest an' the channel deepest, Hamilton 
struggles to his feet. 

"I rises to a question of privilege,' says Hamilton, 
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addressin' Enright, who's contemplatin' him mighty 

* ' Brother Hamilton will state his question of privilege,' 
responds Enright, beatin' on the pulpit with the butt 
of his sixshooter, him havin' no reg'lar gavel. 

"'Which I objects/ says Hamilton, 'to statements 
concernin' myse'f personal, as calk'lated to queer me on 
high. They exceeds the limit; I asks the protection of 
the cha'r.' 

'"The cha'r/ retorts Enright, 'passin* on Brother 
Hamilton's objections, over-rooles the same. Thar is 
no limit to pray'r. Every gent, addressin' the Infinite, 
does so with the bridle off.' 

"'Let the cha'r b'ar with me for one further word/ 
returns Hamilton, turnin' sort o' ugly. 'I yields to the 
tyrannical dictum of the cha'r. At the same time I 
desires to state that, although I not only assists in pro- 
motin* this meetin', but appears yere in a lib'ral if not a 
contrite sperit, I shall now hold the Off- Wheeler respons 
ible with a gun, as soon as the contreebution box is 

"'The cha'r is obleeged/ observes Enright, speakin' 
haughty, 'to inform Brother Hamilton that the threats 
jest made is neither in good nor proodent taste. Brother 
Hamilton must realize that Brother Hawkins, otherwise 
the Off- Wheeler, is oncap'ble, as a member of the clergy, 
of callin' his wicked bluffs. Also, I promises the brother 
that if he onlimbers in any smoky plays, or takes to 
shootin' up our pastor in sinful manner an' form as by 
him set forth, the male part of the congregation will 



deescend upon him like a tornado, me in the avengin' 
van. Brother Hawkins will resoome his appeals, on- 
terrified of these menaces; leavin' Brother Hamilton to 
that repentance an* hoomility of heart, which I'm shore 
my words should prodooce.' 

"It's then the onexpected happens; an' it goes a long 
ways toward promootin' confidence in the Off- Wheeler's 
ministrations. As Enright ceases, an' while Boggs an' 
Black Jack snortin' challenges to Hamilton are tryin' 
to cut in on the play, the Off- Wheeler demands to be 

"'Thankin' the cha'r,' says that amatoor clergyman, 
'for its generous adherence to the good cause, I desires 
to submit that I freely recognizes the rights of Brother 
Hamilton, an' shall be pleased to make good my pulpit 
utterances in the carnal way he outlines. If the cha'r 
will pass me its gun, I not packin' sech hardware, holdin' 
it to be the trinketry of Loocifer, I shall hope to convince 
Brother Hamilton of the error of his ways. The congre 
gation will take a recess of ten minutes. Meanwhile we 
will reepair to the street, where I trusts to settle this con 
troversy to the glory of Zion.' 

"'But do you-all reckon it looks well, in one whose 
mission is peace?' asks Enright, some scandalized. 

'"Thar is script'ral preecedent;' declar's the Off- 
Wheeler. 'Have I not the example of Joshua, of David, 
of Saul ? all men of war! An' of Abner, who smote his 
enemy onder the fifth rib; an' of Peter, who struck off the 
y'ear? Man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly 
upwards! Also, fear not for the safety of your shepherd. 



Brother Hamilton is some soon with a gun; but, behold, 
I rely on One that taketh the wise in their own craftiness 
even upon Him that maketh the deep to boil like a pot! ' 

"As the congregation files out, Boggs pushes up to the 
Off- Wheeler. 'Mebby,' whispers Boggs, 'you'd better 
let me represent. Bein' inyoored to these shindigs, 
I most likely pulls off a finish more fav'rable to the 

"'Nay/ returns the Off- Wheeler, who is all keyed up, 
'I shall even rebooke this son of Jeshurun, who I per 
ceive waxeth fat an' kicks ! He is like the deaf adder that 
stoppeth her ear; which will not hearken to the voice of 
charmers, charming never so wisely! Yea, I shall show 
him how man's days are as grass! as a flower of the 
field so he flourisheth!' 

"Outside in the street, the Off- Wheeler an' Hamilton 
takes their distance, the congregation makin' a rank 
of admiration on the sidewalk. Enright gives the word 
by droppin' his sombrero. Hamilton shoots a little wide, 
while the Off- Wheeler gets Hamilton in the thick of the 

"How goodly are thy tents, O Jacob, and thy taber 
nacle, O Israel!' sings the Off- Wheeler, as he returns 
Enright his gun. 

"We-all goes back to our seats in the sanctchooary, 
Enright preesidin' as before, an' the Off- Wheeler takes 
up his supplications where Hamilton interrupts. 

"When the pray'r is done, Peets, with Boggs an' 
Black Jack, comes trailin' in from the O. K. House, to 
which hostelry they packs Hamilton, followin' the shootin'. 



"'How is my injured parishoner?' asks the Off- 

"'Speakin' as his medical adviser/ says Peets, ' I should 
say he'll be hobblin' about in less'n a week. Contin- 
yooin' as a fellow worker in the vineyard, I adds that I 
leaves him in a tem'perate an* eddifyin' frame. He 
asks me to say that he reckons you're right about the 
proper scope of pray'r.' 

"' Brother Hamilton is a lib'ral soul!' says the Off- 
Wheeler, a heap pleased. 'Yea, I shall visit him! Per- 
adventure, I shall show him where it is written that the 
liberal soul shall be made fat!' Then, turnin' to us: 
'Oh, my hearers, how good an' how pleasant it is for 
brethren to dwell together in yoonity!' 

"The pianny the hymn bein' given out strikes up, 
Miss Silverthorne puts herself in the vocal lead, an' we- 
all goes riotin' off on We're Goin' Home to Die no More, 
Boggs distinguishin' himse'f as prior, his tones resemblin' 
a wronged buffalo bull's. After the song, the Off- Wheeler 
reads his text: 'Is not the gleaning of the grapes of 
Ephraim, better than the vintage of Abi-ezer ? ' Which 
the sermon is a jo-darter, Wolfville figgerin' as ' the vintage 
of Abi-ezer.' 

"When the contreebution box is passed by Boggs, the 
same bein' Peet's hat, Hamilton, to show he's with us, 
sends over a 20-dollar gold piece. 

"'This is strength made perfect in weakness!' cries 
the Off-Wheeler joobilantly, as Hamilton's donation 
comes jinglin' in. 'I have lighted a candle of under- 
standin' in his heart, which shall not be put out!' 



" As the last note of the doxology is sung, we-all crowds 
forward to congratchoolate the Off- Wheeler. 

"Enright is the first to take his hand. 'Which I talks 
for all/ observes Enright, speakin' so every one can hear, 
' when I says that pluggin' Brother Hamilton is the most 
excellent element in the ceremonies. Nothin' could 
have happened better, nothin' gone half so far towards 
convincin' this commoonity of the genyooineness of your 
preachments. That little gun play falls in plumb right. 
When you return, the incident will make your callin' 
an' election shore. I shall yereafter think better of my 
six-shooter/ drawin* the weepon, an* lookin' it over 
approvingly 'for its share in spreadin' gospel trooths, an* 
the part it plays in Brother Hamilton's conversion. ' " 



WHICH Enright," remarked the old gentleman, 
blowing a judgmatical cloud, " bein' the con- 
trollin' inflooence of that engine of Wolfville 
joorisproodence, the stranglers, allers takes to himse'f 
the reespons'bility of lettin' Bismark Dutch go that time. 
Shore, no; that ain't the old cimarron's name, none what 
ever! We simply ups an* hails him as 'Bismark Dutch' 
by way of identification. 'Bismark' would have been 
s'fficient by itse'f, only thar's another shorthorn from the 
Rhine, over in Colton, who's called 'Bismark;' wharf ore 
we-all affixes 'Dutch', in order, as Doc Peets says, 'to 

"After Bismark Dutch has done pulled his freight, 
Enright is accustomed now an' then to wax quer'lous 
about him with himse'f. 

"'By every roole of right, Doc,' he'd say for he levels 
these yere views at Peets ' by every roole of right, that 
Tootonic maverick's doo to be swung off. It's a lapse 
of jestice to let him go, an' shore shows I'm gettin' old. 
That I does it on account of his locoed girl, so far from 
excoosin' sech weakness, merely goes to prove I'm gettin' 
old speshul.' 

"Gen'rally, we-all don't say nothin' in response, 



Peets an' the rest of us holdin' private it's only Enright's 
affectations. Wolfville's old chief has his vanities, same 
as other gents, an' he likes to let on his bein' soft-hearted 
that a-way is a deefect. 

"Not but what thar's limits, iron-bound an* onbreak- 
able, which goes with Enright's moll'fications. If it's 
a lady, or a baby, or mebby some weak an' hopeless sport 
who's been settin' in hard luck, he's as soft an* easy as a 
goose-ha'r pillow. It's different a whole lot when some 
maraudin' form of murderer pulls off a killin' cold, an* 
mebby does it from the r'ar. Then he's that hard he'd 
cut glass. 

"'It shows the diff'rence, Doc,' Enright'd go on, 
' between a vig'lance committee an' a shore enough court. 
Now a court sticks to law, an' don't go pirootin' off to 
one side sympathetic. But a vig'lance committee, spesh- 
ully when some of the members is gettin' on in years an' 
beginnin' to slip their grip, is plenty prone to let their 
hearts run off with their heads. An' so,' he'd conclood 
with a sigh, 'public int'rest goes ungyarded an* exact 
jestice gets the blind staggers.' 

"'Oh, I don't know,' Peets'd say, expostchoolatin', 
at the same time winkin' at Boggs or Cherokee, to let 'em 
savey he's only carryin' on the conversation so's to give 
Enright's se'f approval a chance to relax 'round a little 
'oh, I don't know, Sam! Lettin' a gent go onswung, 
by virchoo of his folks an' their feelin's, is a mighty 
reason'ble reason. You ups an' hangs a party! Next 
day, the play's the same to him as though it never comes 
off. Not so his folks. S'ppose he has a mother now? 



Her pore old sensibilities continyoos sweatin' blood 
till the closin' of her days. Once a year, when the aw 
ful date comes round, it's all to go through ag'in for her. 
An* so, heart-broke an' stricken, she keeps bleedin' away 
her life. For which said causes, I holds vig'lance com 
mittees has got regular triboonals beat to a stand-still, 
seein' they takes sech argyooments as that pore old 
mother into consideration.' 

"Enright after listenin' to the above'd shake his head, 
like he's tryin' to feel resigned. Then he'd sigh ag'in 
plenty dolorous, an' say: 'Mebby you're right, Doc; 
mebby you're right!' an' all plumb broken-sperited. 
After which he'd brace up mighty fierce, an' turn on 
Black Jack with, ' Whatever do you reckon we're ha'ntin' 
about the Red Light for?' 

"This yere'd close the talk on that p'int, an* as Black 
Jack, some conscience stricken, shoves up the bottles, 
we shifts to other topics. 

"None of us ever gets to know much about Bismark 
Dutch; an' Who he is ? an' What he is ? an' Why he is ? 
constitootes a list concernin' which Wolfville wrangles 
over unto this day. Boggs, the first flash out o' the box, 
allows he's a hermit. Wharupon, Tutt p'ints out pos'- 
tive that he can't be no hermit, because his daughter's 
with him. 

"' Hermits that a-way Dan,' declar's Tutt, 'never has 
no children an' always dwells alone. Which it's essen- 
shul to hermits to dwell alone.' Folio win' these yere 
announcements, Tutt promulgates a theory Bismark 
Dutch is a exile. ' Take my steer for it,' says he, ' they've 



been layin' for him in the old country to put him over 
the big jump, by reason of p'litical crimes; an* nacherally, 
him not bein' born yesterday, he seeks refooge as a exile 
in Arizona.' 

"Tutt's explanation gains adherents, ontil one day 
when Bismark Dutch comes romancin' into Wolfville 
on a mule it's the single time he visits us an', after 
tankin' up successful, reetires singin' a ballad which 
Peets calls Die Wacht am Rhine, the same bein' the 
Dutch Star Spangled Banner. His carollin' this yere 
madrigal don't sound like he's a p'litical refyoogee much, 
but on the contrary shows him an' his gov'ment to be 
as thick as thieves. Which last knocks Tutt's theery 
about him bein' a exile on the head. 

"For myse'f I never agrees with either Tutt or Boggs. 
Nor yet with the stage company, when they claims 
Bismark Dutch is a holdup, or at least has struck a 
cache where long-ago route agents has done hid their 
loot. The gold he exhibits in Tucson, when stiffenin' 
his hand as to flour, syrup, salt-hoss an' air-tights, is 
every splinter Spanish money, each piece more'n seventy 
years old. The stage company never handles no sech 
lucre; an' to go chargin' 'round, hintin' as how that 
dinero is theirs, crowds mighty clost to the preepost'rous. 

"My own notion, upheld by somethin' more than 
roomer, is that Bismark Dutch comes scoutin' for buried 
treasure from the jump. The line I gets is he's last from 
Chihuahua, over in Mexico, where he's been sent by 
some Dutch outfit of learnin' to write a book about the 
Greasers. Some'ers in his pokin' about, he's crossed up 



with word, most likely written word, about them Span 
ish yellow boys. At which he lets go all holds, deecends 
on Arizona all spraddled out, an* exhoomes the 

" Which the utmost space Bismark Dutch is camped 
within the shadow of our protection, don't measure up 
three months. Not that said protectin' shadow is plumb 
deep, seein' he sityooates himse'f a day's ride away, 
over at the Tucson end of the canyon. It's the 
mercy of hell, added to aboriginal forbearance, that he 
emerges from sech residence onskelped. I reckon at 
that the Apaches comes round frequent an' looks him 
over for the mountains is full of 'em that a-way but 
passes him an' his daughter up as cripples an' loonatics. 
He himse'f is part paralyzed, his left arm hangin' loose 
an' dead; an' as for the girl, even a Apache makes out at a 
glance how she's as topsey-turvey mental as a mountain 
sheep. Shore! Injuns never molests cripples an' crazy 
folks, regyardin' 'em as onder the speshul gyardianship 
of the Great Sperit. It's one of a Injun's few redeemin' 

"We learns first of Bismark Dutch from Old Monte. 
Over to the north end of the canyon, an' west of the 
trail, stands a little old stone wickeyup. The name it goes 
by, when we alloods to it, is the 'Mexican Rock House.' 
It's constructed by reemote Mexicans, so long back no 
white gent ever makes even a guess as to when. All 
we knows is it's thar when we trails in, an' no one livin' 
ill it; an', since no one's that feeble-witted as to want to 
live in it an' the hills swarmin' with Injuns, it remains 



onokepied ontil this reedic'lous Bismark Dutch comes 
weavin' along. 

" Old Monte regales us one evenin' with a yarn about 
some pecooliar party goin' into camp in the Mexican Rock 
House. It seems he crosses up with Bismark Dutch, 
prowlin' about on the trail, as he's bringin' in the stage. 

"'But since this nondeescript talks in a onknown 
tongue/ says Old Monte, 'I can't make out what he's 
drivin' at more'n if its Chinee. Which it's obv'ous he's 
as crazy as a woman's watch. Thar's a girl, too darter 
most likely as wild an' shy as a mule-eared deer. I'd 
shore say she's as locoed as her old man.' 

"'Is she pretty?' asks Faro Nell. 

"'She ain't no lamp of beauty, Nell,' says Old Monte. 
'Mebby she'd look sweeter if she's fatted up, bein' as 
fleshless that a-way as my whip-stock.' 

"We-all don't attach no weight to Old Monte's re 
marks about Bismark Dutch an' his daughter bein' 
locoed, by reason of his licker. Not that we're likely to 
go saddlin' up an' ridin' round permiscus, even if we 
does. A gent's free to be crazy in Arizona, if he so pre 
fers. So long as his vagaries don't take the form of 
stickin' up the stage, or brandin' another gent's calves, or 
stealin' his ponies, or holdin' six kyards in a friendly game, 
public feelin* puts no queries. 

"'What for a lookin' tarrapin is this remark'ble 
squatter ? ' asks Peets, who likes to listen to Old Monte 

'"Which he's hidjeous approachin' horned toads!' 
returns Old Monte, sloppin* out another drink. 



"'Horned toads?' repeats Peets. 'Horned toads 
is all right, so you knows your toads/ 

"'What I means is this/ replies Old Monte sort o' 
irritated, thinkin' Peets is jeerin' at him. 'He's got a 
onfav'rable gnurllyfied lookin' face, same as you sees 
kyarved on the far ends of fiddles. Besides, he's all 
broke down on his nigh side by palsy or something that 
left wing of his'n ain't in play more'n a rotten bean 

"When, later, Bismark Dutch comes rackin' along 
into Wolfville mule-back, we sizes him up for ourselves. 
He goes over to Red Dog the same day, an' it's as if he's 
takin' stock of his environments. The stage company 
calls attention to this, as deenotin' turpitood; but no one 
else regyards it in that light, corp'rations bein' nacherally 
s'spicious. Besides, what's more to be expected than 
for a newcomer to go floatin' hither an' yon about the 
range that a-way, locatin' himse'f ? 

"After Bismark Dutch looks Red Dog over, he returns 
ag'in to Wolfville tharby displayin' his good sense 
fills up on Black Jack's nose-paint, an' reetires warblin' 
them native patriotic hymns as chronicled. It's this 
yere trip, after doo deebate, we enrolls him as 'Bismark 
Dutch.' Also, for looks an' palsy he's all Old Monte 

" Most of us has forgot Bismark Dutch, when one after 
noon Old Monte remarks casyooal: 

"'You-all recalls about old Bismark's nigh fin bein' 
out o' reepair? Nevertheless an' notwithstandin' he's 
on the shoot jest the same. I glimpses the fresh pelt of 



a bobcat, as I comes squanderin' along, tacked up an* 
sun-dryin' on his teepee door/ 

" Public interest refooses to cock its y'ears at this. 
To come round tellin' that some gent can shoot some, 
ain't no way to create ripples in Arizona. Which it'd 
be more apt to make folks set up an' bat their eyes, to 
hear he couldn't. Old Monte's manifesto that Bismark 
Dutch is not wholly ignorant of firearms, would have gone 
in one y'ear an' out the other, only it gets subsequent 

"They does a heap of careless talkin' over in Tucson. 
Folks thar has already done commenced to don city airs, 
an' swell 'round meetropol'tan. Which I've frequent 
noticed that, jest as a outfit begins to ape the East, it 
takes to waxin' reckless an' onbuckled conversational. 
The Tucson attention is roused by two things about Bis 
mark Dutch. One is he never had no money in the 
Tucson bank; an' the other is he not only possesses 
plenteous wealth, but pays for chuck an' fire-water an* 
sim'lar necessaries in them ancient Spanish yellow pieces 
I refers to prior. Also, it's no time after he locates him- 
se'f at the Mexican Rock House an' this is excitin' 
speshul before he begins to ship express packages to 
Europe Berlin, if mem'ry's keepin' its feet. These 
yere packages he valyoos at five thousand dollars per; 
an' to heft one of 'em shows it's some'ers about twenty 

"'Gold!' says the express agent, comparin' valyoo 
to heft; an' between us I strings my chips with that astoote 
express gent in them concloosions. 



"When the express gent says 'Gold!' it starts all the 
clackin' mill-wheels of Tucson conjectchoor to work- 
in' over-time. Likewise it opens up a line of proof as to 
Bismark Dutch bein' mod'rately on the shoot. 

"The last struggles to the surface this fashion. It's 
at the Red Light when a skeered dejected-seemin' party 
hitches his cha'r up alongside of Enright's, an' tells how 
Bismark Dutch cuts loose at him with a rifle. As lendin* 
corrob'ration, he shows where a bullet's burned the calf 
of his laig. It's his idee the stranglers ought to move 
some in the business. 

"'Whatever be you doin' to this Dutchman?' asks 
Enright. 'You shore don't aim to tell me he ups an' 
whangs away at you, jest to try the sights on his gun ? ' 

" With that the creased party confesses, some shame 
faced, how the tales about Bismark Dutch changin' in 
Spanish pieces at the Tucson stores, an' sendin' bags of 
doubloons to Europe, sets his imagination to millin', 
an' he allows he'll go spyin' 'round to locate where he 
gets 'em. 

"You see,' says the creased party, 'pologetic, 'I'm 
a prospector.' 

"Oh, you're a prospector!' returns Enright, plenty 
sarcastic. 'Permit me to add you're likewise lucky 
to be alive. Now if you was to come catfootin' about 
my camp, they'd need a blanket wharin to collect your 
reemains. It's a cow pony to a prairie dog, I'd shoot you 
in two.' Then to Jack Moore: 'Jack, at a earliest 
el'gible chance, take a squint at that old Dutch party's 
rifle. If, as I fears, it's a inferior weepon, see to it he 



gets a proper one instanter. In case, however, his pres 
ent arm'ment should prove all right, notch up the hind 
sight a p'int or two. I jedge, from this yere prospector's 
laig, he's shootin* too low.' 

"Jack says he will; wharat the creased prospector 
looks oncomfort'ble." 



ABOUT the time Bismark Dutch onfurls his 
blankets in the Mexican Rock House, seizes 
his rifle an' takes to bustin* at bobcats an* 
prospectors indifferent, over by the Cow Springs, as 
ornery a passel of rustlers as ever dangles at the loop- 
end of a lariat, builds 'em a dug-out an' goes into camp. 
This yere labor of a dug-out gives the play a air of 
perm'nency, that a-way, which appeals invidious to us 
folks who has cows an' calves to lose. Likewise the 
stage company's apprehensions takes to ghost-dancin' ; 
the thought of so seelect a bevy of blacklaigs, established 
so near at hand, gives 'em the shivers. The agent goes 
to the extent of talkin' it over with Enright on the quiet. 

"'Whatever can you do?' asks Enright in response. 
'You-all ain't permitted to up an' blow folks' lights out, 
simply because you distastes their looks. Which a lack 
of pulcritood ain't on offence. We'll have to wait ontil 
them Cow Springs guerrilas starts somethin'.' 

"Thar's three, by corral count, in this yere Cow 
Springs contingent three, an' a Mexican to cook for 'em. 
The leader is Big Steve; an' he clothes himse'f, as in a 
weddin' garment, with the repyootation of havin' downed 
divers an' sundry citizens in private wars of his own. 
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They do allow, too, that once this Big Steve gets to drink- 
in', he brags about them homicides. For myse'f, never 
havin' had the pleasure of seein' him drunk none, I'm 
onable to say. If he does, sech boasts shows he's plumb 
vulgar in the extreme. 

"As a excoose for livin', Big Steve puts it up cold he's a 
cattleman him an' his felon campaneros. Since no 
gent ever sees no cattle, an' he don't announce no brand, 
sech bluffs is held to be figments. To be shore, a talka 
tive sport shows up from over to'ards Waco once, who 
lets on that Big Steve is, for a limited period, in the cattle 
trade in Texas. He tells how Big Steve starts with a 
orig'nal herd of two old steers, an' the followin' spring 
round-up brands eighty calves. Wharupon his fellow 
laborers in the walks of cattle gets jealous of his success 
an' runs Big Steve out. 

"Enright an' the balance of us finds much in them 
Waco rem'nescences to feed our feelin's. 

"'An' at that,' says Enright; 'mebby when all's in, 
it ain't cattle he's after; mebby he's only smugglin' be 
tween us an' Mexico.' 

" Big Steve at the go-off makes but one excursion into 
Wolfville. On that occasion, havin' absorbed the 
'leventh drink, he begins his outlaw companions actin' 
as audience to talk a heap loud. Cl'arin' his valves 
with a whoop which shakes the glasses on the Red Light 
bar, he backs up ag'inst the front of that house of enter 
tainment, an' roars out: 

"'Which I shore feels that contrary I jest won't stay 
yere nor go anywhere else I* 



" Jack Moore, whose dooty as kettle tender is to mod- 
'rate eboolient sperits, don't happen to be present none; 
wharf ore Cherokee assoomes the pressure. Gettin* 
up from behind his faro lay-out the Red Light bein' 
Cherokee's place of business he sa'nters forth an* 
fronts up to Big Steve. 

'"It ain't for me/ says Cherokee, 'to go knockin' the 
horns off the innocent happiness of folks, but if I was 
you I'd not emit that yell no more. Thar's a party, 
somewhat resemblin' you for gen'ral worthlessness, who 
in a fool attempt to buffalo this village cuts loose a yell 
like that, an' we gives him inexpensive interment on Boot 

"Big Steve takes in Cherokee with one convincin* 
glance, an' grows moote as a oyster. It's the only time 
them Cow Springs hold-ups tries anything on us. 

"Not but what they has their merry hours. Thar's a 
Mexican plaza over back towards the line, an', when 
they feels the need of a holiday, they repairs thither an' 
stands it on its he'pless head. But they never ropes at 
Wolfville after Cherokee gives notice. Likewise, as 
raw material for a shakin' up, they coppers Red Dog, 
Troo, Red Dog is not without its blemishes; but bein' 
meek an' lowly an' long-sufferin', that a-way, ain't 
among 'em none. Which the inborn b'ligerency of that 
Red Dog camp is sech as to cause it to go about on per- 
petchooal tip-toe, growlin' same as a sorehead dog! 
Thar's nothin' to it! If Big Steve an' his gang was to go 
bulgin' into Red Dog, allowin' to put things on a gala 
basis, they'd last about as long as a pint of whisky at a 



barn-raisin*. Them Red Dog sports would split 'em 
into kindlin' in the flourish of a fiddle bow! 

"Could Red Dog clean up Wolfville? Son, it ill 
beseems one who's teeterin' along in the deeclinin' twi 
light of his days, to go exaltin' his bazoo concernin' 
carnage. But, you hear me! if Wolfville an' Red Dog 
ever hooks up hostile, historians will shore head the 
chapter, 'Red Dog's Last Days.' Whar Red Dog 
proudly r'ars its crest, only a onrecogniz'ble heap of 
grease an' ashes will be found, polka-dottin' the sorrow 
ful bosom of the plain. Off to one side, Wolfville an' 
never the smell of fire about her garments will be pur- 
sooin' the even tenors an' contraltos of her ways. 

"Do you know" and here the old gentleman gazed at 
me with reproachful earnestness "thar's moments 
when a blind chill comes gropin' its way along my back, 
as I'm seized of fears that somehow you-all don't 'ppre- 
ciate Wolfville at its full strength. Now to give you a 
c'rrect notion: Do you remember, back in your school 
days, where the question arises in nacheral ph'losophy, as 
to whatever'll be the toomulchoous result if a irresist'ble 
force encounters a immov'ble body? Well, son, yere- 
after b'ar in mind that the answer to that conundrum 
is simply 'Wolfville.' 

"Thar ain't been no stick-up of a stage in our neck of 
woods, for the bigger part of a year. Route agents comes 
an' goes. They'll get plumb busy for a spell; an' it's 
'hands up!' yere, thar an' elsewhere, in a perfect 
ep'demic. Hold-up people seem for the moment as 
thick as rats in a wheat-rick. At sech eepocks it's up 



to all hands an' the cook to pull themselves together, 
which they seldom fails to do, an* run off or kill off 
never mindin' which these yere maraudin' miscreents. 

"Bein' immoone from hold-ups for so long, it don't 
s'prise us none when Old Monte comes frothin' into 
camp one evenin' with a story to tell. He's at the head 
of the canyon, he says, on the run in, when a rifle cracks 
from some'ers up among the rocks. The outlaw back 
of the gun an' the scheme's workmanlike enough tries 
for the off leader. Once the leader's down, it's a cinch the 
stage'll wait his crim'nal convenience. 

"But the hold-up ondershoots. Instead of gettin' the 
leader through the head, the same bein* his orig'nal de 
sign, the bullet comes flyin' low, an' cuts the outside rein 
clost up to the bits. It's done as slick as if it's slashed in 
two with a bowie. After cuttin' the rein, the bullet 
snips a piece of hide out o' the nigh leader's knee. Thar's 
a run-away; Old Monte, because of the cut rein, bein' 
powerless to guide or stop. The six plungin' bosses, 
wild an' wilder every jump, goes t'arin' up the canyon, 
the stage rockin* an' rollin' but upright on its four 

"As the stage goes surgin' off, the hold-ups makes a 
witless play. They sends a shower of lead after the 
retreatin' veheecle no least chance of stoppin' it! an' 
bumps off a maverick who's perched up behind. By 
word of Old Monte, an' that of the express messenger 
who's ridin' shotgun, both plenty adept, the shootin's 
done by three guns. 

"Nothin' in a smash-up or break-down way ensoos; 



for the six bosses, locoed as they be by fear, still keeps 
the trail. Strikin' a sandy stretch, they slows down to 
sech degrees that what with the brake which Old 
Monte sets to the last notch the express messenger 
jumps to the ground, runs along the team, an' by gettin' 
hold of the leaders' bits see-saws 'em to a halt. 

"Something of the eediotic sort of these yere hold-ups 
can be guessed at by recallin' how they wastes their 
fragrance on a incomin' stage. The only show for riches 
is on a stage goin' out. Stickin' up in-comin' coaches 
that a- way, wouldn't pay day wages! 

"Beyond the cut rein, an' the dead party up behind, 
thar's no damage done. We're inclined to resent the 
beefin' of the latter gent. He's only one of them travelin' 
salesmen; but sech things, left onchecked, swells into 
preecedents. Give some folks a inch an' they'll take a 
ell, particularly hold-ups. 

"Thar's no fashion o' doubt but it's Big Steve an' 
his pards. 

: " Still,' as Enright puts it, 'the trouble lies in a utter 
an' discouragin' want of proofs.' 

"Lynch law, while eelastic, mustn't be stretched too 
far; shorely not to incloode parties ag'inst whom the most 
you can say is you don't like their looks. None the less 
we figgers we'll go rummagin' over to the Cow Springs, 
an' put some p'inted queries. 

"It's yere the game begins to roll our way. About the 
time we're ready to saddle up, who comes caperin' 
in but Big Steve an' his bandit pards. They puts their 
ponies in the corral, an' makes tracks for the Red Light; 



thar they takes to h'istin' in licker with both hands, an' 
all mighty nervous an' boisterous. 

"None of us goes near 'em, the same bein' a strategic 
move suggested by Enright. 

"' Which it's their fears has drove 'em in,' says that 
wise old long-horn. 'All we got to do is let 'em pitch on 
their ropes till they throws themselves.' 

"Enright's head is level. As their licker begins to get 
action, Big Steve an' his pards takes to murmurin' among 
themselves, an' all in a ill-yoosed vein. Their talk is 
about the stage bein' stood up; an' how they don't 
reckon on permittin' Wolfville, or any other camp, to 
track 'round sayin' it's them none. It's a fine state of 
affairs, they says, if a band of innocent cow people can't 
set about their fire, an' a stage get stopped without they 
be accoosed! 

"That's how their talk runs; an' it shows they're 
guilty, drunk an' skeered all three. How be they to 
know that the stage has been stood up ? The roomer so 
far ain't even crossed to Red Dog. Much less is it 
likely it's gone riotin' out to the Cow Springs! 

"Thar's not a moral doubt!' says Enright emphatic 
as him an' Jack Moore confers one side. 'An' yet, as 
the kyards lay, if we brings 'em before us an' they stops 
talkin', we'll be out on a limb ag'in for want of what 
law-wolves calls "legal proofs".' 

' ' Most likely,' returns Jack, ' the cunnin' move would 
be to simply an' silently swing an' rattle with 'em ontil 
eevents shapes up. As you says, Sam, it's their fears 
that a-way drives 'em into town. Knowin' themselves 



guilty, they allows we-alPll be shore to come searchin' 
for 'em; an* so they decides, for the looks, to beat us 
to it.' 

" ' What's your own notion, Jack ? ' asks Enright. 

'"My idee is this: It's the frightened gent who, 
speakin' gen'ral, reaches first for his gun. Now by follow- 
in' these stoodents in sin about, an' lookin' at 'em some 
severe, we renders 'em that hyster'cal they'll start a 
bombardment. Once they onlimbers their guns, the rest 
is easy. I thinks I sees my way through to a finale, 
which'll leave no reason for the stranglers to convene.' 

"'Well/ returns Enright, 'be discreet, Jack. If 
in the course of hooman eevents, however, these yere 
parties does get wiped out, I don't look to see no pop'lar 
reemonstrance based on Arizona's havin' suffered a 

"'Gents,' says Jack a moment later to Boggs an* 
Texas Thompson, 'it looks like a battle; an* thar's a 
couple of vacancies.' 

"'Enough said,' grins Texas. 

"As the three stands at the Red Light bar, prepar'tory 
to issuing forth, Boggs whispers across to Black Jack: 

'"You'll hear a dog howl in a minute sev'ral dogs.' 

" Big Steve an' his pards is jest ridin' out of the corral, 
as Jack with Boggs an' Texas strolls up. 

"'Open order, gents!' whispers Boggs, who's an old 
gun-player. ' Make 'em shoot to win. Don't give 'em 
no chance to out-luck us, by missin' one an' downin* 
another accidental.' 

"Boggs an' Texas an' Jack spreads out, an' comes 



driftin' up on Big Steve an' his two. The sight of 'em, 
as Jack advises Enright, stampedes Big Steve. 

"'Fight your way out, boys!' he cries. 

"Like it's some new kind of cavalry drill, the three 
hold-ups is out of their saddles an' onto the ground in a 
flash, the ponies actin' as shields. The war begins: 
'bangety! bang! bang!' The ponies makes tol'rable 
breastworks, but bad rests to shoot from. The hold 
ups' bullets fly as high an' aimless as swallow-birds on 
a summer's eve. As ag'inst this, not bein' hampered 
by no ponies, both Texas an' Jack gets their men, first 
fire, too dead to skin. 

"It's Boggs who's havin' the interestin' time. He's 
pa'red himse'f off with Big Steve, an' the hold-up him 
openin' the baile secoors the primary shot at Boggs. 
The latter painstakin' enthoosiast is jest pullin' his six- 
shooter, when Big Steve's bullet splits on the bar'l, an' 
a piece of lead gets jammed in between the cylinder an' 
the steel frame. It ties up Boggs' gun so he can't even 
cock it. Which he might as well have had a monkey- 

"After a footile attempt or two to get action, Boggs 
turns disgusted an' hurls the gun at Big Steve; who's 
meanwhile been cuttin' loose every load in his Colt's- 
45, like the strikin' of a Connecticut clock. One 
way an* another, however, he never lands; an' when he's 
out his sixth cartridge, he gives a screech of terror an' 
swings into the saddle for a scamper. 

"Big Steve don't scamper, none whatever! Boggs 
is too clost, an' grips him, shoulder an' hip, with a wrest- 



ler's hold. Boggs is as big an' strong as a cinnamon b'ar; 
an', since Big Steve clamps his pony tight with a laig-hug, 
Boggs with one mighty twist throws both man an* mount 
on their sides. Which Big Steve an* that pony hits the 
ground like a fallin' tree! Boggs is about to accumyoo- 
late fresh holds, when Jack carefully sends a bullet through 
Big Steve's head. 

"At first Boggs can't onderstand; then he begins to 
feel nettled. 

"Well, as Doc Peets remarks,' he exclaims, 'I shore 
admires your sang froid! What license has you-all 
to intermeddle with this Big Steve, when by the ord'n- 
ances of single combat he's my individyooal meat ? ' 

"Which I gets afraid, Dan/ replies Jack, his tones 
deprecatory, 'you're goin' to catch him alive a state of 
affairs which Enright deplores private to me in advance, 
as calk'lated to become embarrassin'.' 

"Boggs, who's as easy mollified as a child, cl'ars up an* 
smiles like a day in Joone. 

"'I'm wrong, Jack,' he says; 'even without old Sam's 
instructions. Thar's sech a thing as bein' too technicle; 
it's a fault I must gyard ag'inst.' 

"An' now Bismark Dutch re-begins to edge himse'f 
into the picture. The place wharfrom them canyon 
hold-ups does their shootin' at the stage, is so sityooated 
that you-all could heave a stone down onto the roof of 
that Mexican Rock House where Bismark Dutch, with 
his crazy-hoss girl, is domiciled. Still no one regyards 
the old Teuton as implicated. Old Monte, mind full of 
bobcats an' prospectors, an' babblin' over his drink, 



does try to la'nch some sech fable; but no one heeds 

"An* yet, for obv'ous causes, Enright decides to 
c'llect Bismark's notions, an* learn what he hears an* 
sees; an* to that end he orders Jack Moore to go an' 
round him up. Jack, all onthinkin/ rides over to the 
camp of Bismark Dutch an' gives the p'lite an* yoosual 

"' House!' he yells. 

"Nacherally, any right-minded gent'd expect Bismark 
Dutch to appear, an' engage in a peaceful pow-wow. 
Jack's some amazed, then, an' mighty near bein' took 
off his gyard, when that palsied party comes chargin' 
out the door, an' blazes away at him frantic with a rifle 
the same, ondoubted, wharwith he's been pottin' bobcats 
an' prospectors. 

" Jack's been shot at so much, he's as hard to hit as a 
loon on a lake. With the first hostile manoover he's 
out o' the saddle, leavin' the bullet to t'ar a hole through 
the cantle. The rifle Bismark Dutch is usin' is one of 
these yere new-fangled high-power guns, a 'thirty- 
thirty* they calls it. Bein' light an' little, he manages 
it with one hand same as if it's a six-shooter. He's 
reasonably ackerate, too, an', if Jack'd stayed sot, he'd 
have made a center shot. 

"When Bismark Dutch opens on him all onannounced 
that a-way, Jack, more by habit than reflection, returns 
the fire an' nails that one remainin' hand. That mem 
ber's grippin' the rifle, an* the bullet mushrooms on the 
iron an' makes rags an' fragments of it. As Peets says 



later, when he removes Jack's bandages an, puts on 
fresh ones of his own: 

'" Whatever may be said of it yereafter as ornamental, 
it shore won't win no future vogue as a hand.' 

" Jack loads Bismark Dutch onto that pioneer's mule, 
an* brings him wounded into camp; the hollow-eyed 
girl trackin' along behind, though Jack tries to make 
her stay back. 

'" Which she don't seem to savey none!' says Jack, 
when he relates his adventures; 'I couldn't do nothin* 
with her. She simply deefies me with them big eyes, 
an' keeps cominY 

"Enright an' the rest of us don't have much luck with 
Bismark Dutch. After a f'rocious outburst in his own 
furrin' tongue, which is so much like lightnin' that it 
dazzles without illoominatin', he shets up as wordless as 
a clam. It's as plain as a pike-staff we can't wring an 
other syl'ble out of him with fire, water, knife an' cord. 

"'What this outfit needs, Doc,' exclaims Enright, 
plumb exasperated, 'is a res'dent Dutchman. I'll 
devote my first leesure to indoocin' one to come yere an' 
live. Now if we has a Dutchman among us, not like 
them fiddlin' dance hall mutton-heads, but one that's 
tamed to our customs, we might elicit somethin' out of 
this old ground-hawg.' 

"'Which a local Dutchman,' returns the acquiescent 
Peets, 'would be as handy as a pocket in a shirt.' 

"While nothin' good or bad is to be torn from Bismark 
Dutch, we gathers still less from the locoed daughter. 
Faro Nell tries her; but she jest sets an' stares like some 



frightened animal. As for Missis Rucker, that deer- 
eyed girl evolves screams at sight of her; wharat said 
matron gets indignant. 

"'Thar's no sort o' question/ says Enright at last, 
his tones peevish an' fault-findin', 'but what we-alls 
ought to hang this Bismark Dutch; his blastin' away 
at Jack should be s'fficient to force our hands to sech 
proceedure. But what gets me is the girl; her life's 
wropped up in this old loonatic. Besides, once we sends 
him skyward she's left on our hands. If we has only 
Bismark Dutch to contend with, our paths would be 
open an* plain; but this yere maiden of onsettled mind 
is a most disturbin' element! It's with shame I confesses 
that I don't know what to do. Doc, you formyoolate a 

"'No,' says Peets; 'my mind's as empty as a church.' 

"'Well then,' declar's Enright, mighty desp'rate, 
'I thinks we'd better take the hobbles off, an' throw 
these wild folks back on the range. As to this Bismark 
Dutch personal, with one hand dead an' the other done 
for, I reckon he's fired his last shot. It ain't as if he 
gets Jack neither. Moreover, if we swings him off, that 
girl with her loonatic eyes'll shore pester me in my sleep.' 

"The camp's of one mind with Enright, Jack Moore 
applaudin' speshul. In a fortnight, Peets has Bismark 
Dutch's hand tinkered into shape, an' him an' his deer- 
eyed daughter lines out for furrin' climes. It looks, too, 
like he makes his last shipment valyoo, five thousand; 
weight, per express agent's word, twenty pounds the 
very day the stage is stood up. Later, we locates the 



hole; it's onder the fire-place in the Mexican Rock House, 
an', from the size, I figgers he harvests about fifty thou 
sand dollars. Quite a killin! 

"'The same/ explains Peets, 'bein' calk'lated in his 
native land to put Bismark Dutch 'way up in the pic 
tures. Mighty likely he cuts the trail that leads to it, 
while he's ransackin' 'round among old docyooments 
in Chihuahua for things to write about them Greasers.' 

"'Gents/ says Boggs, motionin' to Black Jack, 
'most folks, acquainted with my nacheral av'rice, '11 
go 'round thinkin' that I wishes I'd happened up on 
them fifty thousand mese'f. But, on thesquar'I I'm sort 
o' glad it's that locoed old Dutchman an' his girl.' 

'"Yo tambien, Dan!' whispers Faro Nell, as she 
reaches round an' squeezes Boggs' hand." 



NO gent, onless locoed, would ever put a bet 
on the public." My old friend spoke with 
warmth, at the same time throwing down 
a newspaper from which the glaring headline, " Over 
throw of a Popular Idol," stared out. "Not," he con 
tinued, lapsing into his customary manner of calm 
not to say benign philosophy "not that I'm likely to 
get caught out on any sech limb personal, me makin' 
it an onbreakable roole to bet on nothin' that can talk. 
Animals is different. A party who wagers his riches 
on animals, gets somethin' reesemblin' an even break for 
his money. Bein' enable to talk that a-way, animals is 
limited in their mootual commoonications. That saves 
'em from given' or takin' advice, an' leaves it possible for 
gents of jedgment to half way figger on whatever they'll 
do next." 

" Evidently, you don't believe deeply in the wisdom of 
man," said I. 

"No, I don't regyard hoomanity as so plumb wise. 
You-all could take me into the halls of Congress, an' 
plant me in the legislatif foreground as a question; you 
might get a member to introdooce a resolootion sayin' 
I'm a white man without a cross. Instantly, an opp'- 



sition will take the floor, claimin' I'm a Injun; an' I'll 
play in a heap of luck if a third party don't form for the 
purpose of showin' I'm a Mexican. All the time, too, 
that them statesmen is wranglin' over my tribe an* strain, 
thar won't be a mule between the oceans, but would 
know I'm white at the drop of the hat know it in the 

"Shore, to my pore thinkin' animals has a heap more 
savey than folks. Thar's the elk. When he allows 
he'll go to bed some, he begins negotiations by walkin' 
in a half-njile circle. Then he marches into the safe 
center of the circle, plunks himse'f down, an* is as sound 
asleep as a tree in a moment all but his nose. Bein' 
inside that circle, if a wolf or a man or a mountain lion is 
followin' his trail, no matter how the wind shifts, his nose 
gives him warnin'. Even a mule-eared deer, makin' 
a perpetyooal skirmish line of his nose, goes feedin' up 
the wind. Do folks ? As often as otherwise they makes 
a speshulty of gettin* the breeze to their ignorant backs; 
an' go romancin' off into the teeth of trouble, talkin' 
about their 'reasonin' powers,' an' feelin' sorry for what 
they calls the 'lower animals.' 

"At that, you're not to go followin' off no wrong wagon 
track, an* assoome that animals, as eevents shift, don't 
shift their instincts to match 'em. When every Injun 
goes shootin' bows an' arrers, an' every white gent packs 
a squirrel rifle, bullets sixty to the pound, grizzly b'ars, as 
I once tells you former, treats said armaments with dis 
dain. The grizzlies knows thay can't be hurt none by 
sech footile weepons; an', far from bein' worried by the 



'Westward ho ! ' of the white man, they regyards emigrants 
an* their families with satisfaction, as additions to the vis'- 
ble food supply. Later, when we gets to work on 'em with 
them high-power big-bore guns, an* knocks 'em over too 
dead to skin, grizzlies changes utter. To-day you-all 
couldn't get clost enough to a grizzle to give him a roast 
apple. At the sight of innocent papooses, even, he goes 
riotin' off through the bresh, up hill an' down dale, like 
his r'ar's afire. 

"No; as I was observin* when I gets deeflected onto 
b'ars, folks ain't so plumb sagacious not even Wolfville 
folks. Back in the old days, if the stage breaks down on 
account of rotten axles, do we-alls cuss out the company ? 
Not at all ; we burns the ground around Old Monte, when 
even the prairie dogs onderstands how that pore old 
slave of alcohol ain't no more reesponsible for rotten 
axles than for the quality of Red Light nose-paint. 

"Which this partic'lar victim of pop'lar wrath" here 
the old gentleman tossed a scornful thumb towards the 
paper, where it lay on the floor "is a office holder. He 
ain't entitled to no sympathy, for if he had owned a lick 
of sense he could have seen his downfall comin'. The 
finish of office holders is allers alike; it's the finish of the 
army mule. Each of 'em is some day led out all onex- 
pected, an' branded 'I. C.' which means 'Inspected an* 
condemned,' an' figgertively speakin' your mule an' your 
office holder rots down right thar." 

"Did you ever have an ambition to hold office?" I 
asked, more with a purpose to tease than elicit informa 

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"Me hold office? I'd sooner hold a baby! Not 
that I aims to speak disparagin' of infants neither, deemin' 
'em as roobies above price. But nacherally you-all 
saveys that me bein' a bachelor, an* tharfore onmarried 
a whole lot, babies in my case is barred. 

"Speakin' of office holders, I can't say I've a heap of 
use for 'em. Office holders, taken in the herd, is so 
plumb egreegious doin' so little towards he'pin' the 
public, while allowin' they'll do so much. At that I 
don't reckon it's all their fault. A man slam him on 
the scales an' weigh him is a mighty puny creature. 
The public, as ag'inst this, is mighty big; an' for him to go 
talkin* of he'pin' the public is as though he talks of he'pin' 
the Mississippi. The public goes pirootin* into a 'lec 
tion, an' prodooces a gov'nor; an' the transaction ree- 
minds me a heap of that hill in the fables, which goes 
rockin' an' weavin' all over the pampas, a-skeerin' 
everybody to death, an' winds up its onseemly ghost- 
dancin' by bringin' forth a mouse. Gov'nor! Does 
'lectin' some ornery no-'count party to be gov'nor render 
him less ornery? Which you-all might as well throw a 
cow-saddle onto a jack-rabbit, thinkin' to make a mus 
tang of it! 

"Take the biggest gent on the list, an' construct a 
gov'nor of him: whatever can he do? The job's so 
gigantic, an' he's so plumb little, you'll find him as he'p- 
less to change the eternal face of things as though you'd 
made him gov'nor of a mountain. The best he gets out 
of it will mebby be to scratch his hon'rable name on the 
onockepied face of some rock ledge; an' at that the moss'll 



overgrow it in a week an' blot it out. The next gent to 
climb the hill won't even be able to make out his 'nitials. 

"It's my notion," went on the old gentleman, heaving 
a sigh "it's my notion, foaled of years of experience, 
that the biggest among us might better moderate his 
se'f-esteem. He can make up his mind he's shore power 
less to give his hour a lift to any great extent. An' then 
ag'in, it ain't needed none; it's too much like givin' 
Providence a lift. That gent comes nearest to gettin' his 
own inconsequential measure, who concloods that, 
when he's won out his blankets an* his three feeds a day, 
together with a occasional drink, he's beat this game 
called livin' for about all he's goin' to get. 

" He'p the public ? Even if you could, it wouldn't be 
worth while. You'd about wind up at the leetle eend of 
the horn, same as this office-holdin' tarrapin in the noos- 
paper. Publics is ongrateful. He'pin' the public out 
of a hole, is as oncertain as he'pin' a b'ar out of a hole; 
it's bloo chips to white that the first offishul act of 
either'll be to chaw you up. 

"As aidin' me to this concloosion, I sees somethin' of 
the sort come off in the c'rreer of Doc Peets. This is 
'way back yonder, when Wolfville is cuttin' its milk teeth, 
an' prior to the dawnin' of sech evidences of progress as 
the Bird Cage Op'ry House, an' Colonel Sterett's Daily 
Coyote. It's before the Washwoman's War, an' ante 
dates the nuptials of Tucson Jennie with Dave Tutt by 

"What's the story? It don't amount to much, an* 
is valyooable only as 'llustratin' what I says on the 



footility, not to mention the peril, of tryin' to turn a com- 
moonal trick. Peets cuts loose to he'p the public; an* 
the first move he gets a stack down wrong, an' jest 
manages to round on the play in time to keep himse'f 
from bein' swept plumb off the board. You-all has heard 
me yeretofore alloode to Peets, as the best eddicated an' 
deepest sharp in the territory. What I'm to reelate is 
not to be took ag'inst them utterances. Peets is young 
when the eepisode occurs; later, when years has come an' 
gone an' thar's a pretty hefty accumyoolation of rings 
at the base of Peets' horns, you-all couldn't have coaxed 
him into no sech trap, not for gold an' precious stones. 

" It has its beginnin' in the comin' to town of Tacoma 
Tom, an' the subsequent discovery of that kyard-expert 
dead out back of the dance hall, a bullet through his 
back. It shore looks like somebody's been objectin' 
to Tacoma with a gun. Thar ain't so much as a whisper 
of suspicion p'intin' to the partic'lar sport who thus 
finds fault with Tacoma, or what for. Wolfville is baf 
fled complete. 

"This bein' left in the dark, op'rates to rub the public 
fur the wrong way. Not that Wolfville feels as though it 
can't keep house without deceased; at best he's but a 
fleetin' form of tinhorn hold-up, of no social standin', 
an' it's apples to ashes the stranglers would have had 
Jack Moore run him out o' camp inside a week. Still, 
it's a case of a party gettin' downed, an' the public's 
been eddicated to at least expect a solootion, even if 
thar ain't no lynchin'. In this instance the public don't 
get neither; wharf ore it takes to frettin' a little onder the 



quiet collar. Also, Red Dog goes to makin* reemarks; 
an' this last so shames the more morbid sperits, like 
Boggs, they begins to talk of movin' to Tucson. 

" While public feelin' is thus strained, the general eye 
sort o' takes to focusin' on a Mexican, who's been hangin' 
out over to the corrals for about a useless month. It 
grows to be the common view that this yere Mexican 
may be spared from among us, without upsettin' the 
whole Wolfville frame-work. Troo, thar's nothin' to 
connect him with the bumpin' off of Tacoma, except 
he's a Mexican; but in a commoonity which favors hang- 
in' folks not so much for what they do as for what they are, 
this saddle-colored fact of a sunburned nationality goes 
some distance. The boys takes to murmurin* among 
themselves, as they slops out their Old Jordan at the 
Red Light counter, that to hang said Mexican to the 
windmill wouldn't hurt that water-drawin' contraption 
a little bit. Thar's even people who claims it's calk'l- 
ated for the windmill's embellishment. 

"The Mexican himse'f must have been one of them 
mind-readers; for, while the whisper yoonitin' him to the 
windmill goes meanderin' up an* down, he of a sudden 
disappears entire. This ontoward evaporation of the 
Mexican, at the only time he's reely needed, is regyarded 
as a hoss on the camp; an' with that, public feelin' takes 
on a more exasperatin' edge than prior. Likewise, 
Red Dog is thar with the yoosual barbed bluff, to the 
insultin' effect that Wolfville manages its kyards so 
clumsy, that even a blinded greaser reads its hand. 

" It's while the pop'lar temper is thus morose, that Old 



Man Enright an* Doc Peets comes together casyooal in 
the New York Store. 

"'What's the matter with the camp, Sam?' asks 
Peets. He's payin' for a bloo shirt, with pearl buttons, 
he's bought. 'It looks as though the outfit's on a dead 

" Peets' tones is anxious. When it comes to settin' up 
all night with Wolfville, an' rockin' its cradle an' warmin' 
its milk, give me Peets! 

"'Somethin' ought to be done,' he continyoos. 'As 
the play stands, the pop'lar sperit once so proud an' 
high is slowly but shorely boggin' down.' 

"'It's Tacoma gettin' beefed,' says Enright, 'an' our 
omittin' to stretch that corral greaser. Thar's a bet we 
overlooks, Doc! We never should have let that felon 
get away.' 

"'But both of us,' observes Peets, 'you-all as chief of 
the vig'lance committee, an' me as a member in full 
standin', lives well aware thar ain't the shadow of evidence 
that the Mexican wipes out Tacoma.' 

"'None the less,' returns Enright, 'the boys sort o' 
lotted on a lynchin'. You saveys, Doc, that it ain't 
so important to hang the right gent, as to hang some gent 
when looked for. Besides, to let a Mexican run out from 
between our fingers, that a-way, is mortifyin' to the 
camp's se'f-love.' 

"'Well,' reemarks Peets, 'somethin' to arouse public 
enthoosiasm is the imperatif demand. If we-all permits 
the boys to go gloomin' 'round in their present frame, 
they'll shore take to chewin' one another's mane.' 



"Enright nods assent, but offers no su'gestions. 

"'See yere!' exclaims Peets, after a pause Peets 
is more fertile than Enright 'I've roped onto an idee. 
The games is dead at this hour; suppose we rounds up the 
camp for a talk. A pow-wow, though nothin' results, 
is calk'lated to prodooce a soothin' effect.' 

"'Which I'm agree'ble,' remarks Enright; 'but how 
be we goin' to convene 'em? Back in Tennessee, in 
my natif village of Pineknot, we used to ring the town 
bell. Wolfville bein' deevoid of town bells, I takes it the 
next best move is for me to s'anter to the r'ar door, an' 
shake the loads out o' my gun. That'll excite pop'lar 
cur'osity; the boys'll come a-runnin' to see who gets it.' 

"Enright reetires to the back door, an' bangs away 
some frantic three or four times with his six-shooter. 
The day bein' quiet, the effect is plenty vivacious; every 
body comes t'arin' over all spraddled out. That is 
every gent but Black Jack comes t'arin'; him bein' on 
watch at the Red Light, he don't feel free to leave the 

''Any one creased?' asks Dave Tutt, out o' breath 
an' pantin'. 

' ' None whatever,' replies Peets, easy an' suave. Then 
lettin' on he don't notice the disapp'intment that spreads 
itse'f from face to face, he proceeds: 'This yere is a 
bloodless foosilade, an' is resorted to as a means of con- 
vokin' the best minds of the camp. Thar's a subject 
of common interest to be proposed; an' to get for'ard 
in order my motion is that our honored leader, Mister 
Enright, be requested to preeside.' 



'"Hold on a minute/ interjects Boggs, 'ontil I signs 
up to Black Jack thar ain't no corpses. He's that in 
quisitive, an' him bein' tied to his dooties as barkeep 
that a-way, he'd eat his heart out if I don't.' " 


BY the time Boggs relieves Black Jack, the 
meetin' is in line, Enright employin' a dry- 
goods box as desk, an' the audience camped 
about permiscus on crates an* boxes. Faro Nell, whose 
love of Wolfville is second only to Peets', has a front seat. 

"When the meetings ready, Peets arises an* assoomes 
the pressure. 

"'As author conj'intly with the chaV yere Peets 
bows p'litely to Enright 'of this yere deemonstration, 
I takes it on myse'f with the hon'rable chaYs permission, 
to briefly state its objecks.' 

"'Let her roll!' says Enright, gently tappin* on the 
dry-goods box with his yoosual gavel, the same bein' a 

" ' Gents/ resoomes Peets, castin' a beamin' eye about 
the scene, 'I desires to avoid all reference to recent events 
of a harrowin' nacher, concernin' the late Tacoma Tom 
an* a Mexican person we don't lynch; an* so, comin' 
squar' down to the turn, I ventures the reemark that thar's 
somethin' wrong with Wolfville. As affairs stand, our 
pride is oozin' away, our brotherly love is turnin' sour, 
our sperit is peterin', an', the way we're p'intin' out, his- 
t'ry will one day jestify the low reemarks which Red Dog 
is makin' at our expense. Havin' said so much, an' be- 



fore advancin' further, gents, let me pause an' invite 
your views/ 

"'Which you-all hears the Doc,' says Enright, softly 
beatin' on the box like he's keepin' time to music. 'Any 
gent with views should pour 'em forth. Red Dog has 
its envious eye on this outfit; it will take advantage of any 
weakenin'. So far Red Dog has been out-lucked, out- 
dealt, out-held an' out-played; Wolfville has downed 
her on the deal an' on the draw. But to make the footure 
like the past, deemands that we act promptly an' in yoon- 
ison, an' give the sityooation, morally speakin', the best 
whirl of the wheel.' 

" ' Recognizin',' observes Dave Tutt, risin' to his feet, 
'the trooth of what the Doc has said, an' regyardin' 
that gent as possessin' the wisdom of serpents, I desires 
to j'ine with him in sayin' somethin' public must be did, 
I asks tharfore, whatever for a play would it be for us to 
rope up one of these yere lecture sharps? Thar's a 
maverick of that breed in Tucson now; an', if Wolfville 
says the word, I'll stampede over to-morry an' tie him 
down. He could lecture in Hamilton's dance hall, 
an' to my jedgment it would look like a mighty mee- 
tropolitan racket.' 

'"Whatever is this shorthorn lecturin' on?' asks Jack 

"'Roosia,' says Tutt. 'He's got maps, an' books 
an' the entire lay-out from deal box to check rack. 
Folks as ought to know, gives it out cold that he turns as 
strong a game for as high a limit, as any lecturer they 
ever goes ag'inst.' 



" ' Onder other an* what one might deescribe as a more 
concrete condition of public feelinY interjects Peets, 
' thar could be nothin' better than the suggestion of Mister 
Tutt. But my fear is that Wolfville ain't in no proper 
mood for lectures. What we needs is not so much a 
lecture, which is for a day, but somethin' lastin', sech as 
the example of a reefined an* exalted home-life blossom- 
in' in our midst. What the hour pines for is the ameel- 
oratin* an* mollifyin' inflooence of an elevated woman 
hood. Shore, we has our little fav'rite, Faro Nell, an* 
the gent never jingles a spur in Wolfville who wouldn't 
ride his pony to death in her behalf. But Nell's young 
merely a yearlin' like. What our wants require is the 
picture of a happy household, wharof the feminine head, 
in the triple role of woman, wife an' mother, while cherish- 
in' an' carin' for her husband, sheds likewise a beenign 
ray for us.' 

"'Rah! for Doc Peets!' cries Faro Nell, wavin' 
her stetson. Then, to Cherokee, who's planted near: 
'Ain't the Doc jest splendid?' 

"Cherokee smiles but says nothin', bein' a silent sharp. 

"Pausin', says Peets, 'to thank our beautiful young 
town's lady for that cheer, I surges on to say I learns 
from first sources, indeed from the gent himse'f that one 
of our worthiest citizens, none other in trooth than Abilene 
Davis, well an' fav'rably known as blacksmith at the 
stage station, has a lovely wife in Kansas. The town 
so forchoonate as to be her residence is Caldwell. I thar- 
fore recommends, as the sense of the meetin', that Mister 
Davis bring on this Caldwell lady, to reign over his domes- 



tic hearth. The O. K. Restauraw, bein' the hostelry 
wharat Mister Davis munches his daily chili-con-carne , 
will lose a boarder; but Missis Rucker, who conducts it, 
will not reepine for that. What is the O. K. Restauraw's 
loss will be Wolfville's immortal gain, an' for Wolfville 
Missis R. is proud to make a sacrifice. Mister Cha'rman, 
my recommendation takes the form of a motion/ 

"'Which said motion/ observes Enright, 'onless I 
hears a protest, goes as it lays. Thar bein' no objections, 
the cha'r declares it to be the commands of this meetin* 
that Abilene bring on his wife.' 

" 'See yere, Mister Pres'dent,' breaks in Abilene, lookin* 
some hectic an' wild, 'as the he'pless victim of this 
plunge on the part of the body pol'tic, I rises to ask do 
my feelin's count ? Which if I ain't in this if it's con 
sidered the c'rrect dido to lay waste a party who in his 
lowly way is doin' his public an' his private best to play 
a pore hand well, why! say so an' I'll pack in. Im- 
pugnin* no gent's motives, I'm still free to reemark that 
these yere proceedin's looks like the offspring of crim'nal 

"'I will call the gent's attention,' observes Enright, 
a heap dignified, 'to the fact that thar's no disp'sition to 
crowd his hand, or force a play to which he seems averse. 
If from any knowledge we supposes we entertains, of the 
possession on his part of a sperit which might rise to the 
aid of a gen'ral need I shore hopes I makes my meanin' 
plain we over-deals the kyards, all we can do is 'pologize, 
throw our hands in the center, an* shuffle an' deal ag'in.' 

"'Not at all,' breaks in Abilene, not likin' the gray 



gleam in Enright's eye; 'an* no offence to be given, took 
nor meant. Let me say I has the highest respect for 
the cha'r, personal. Likewise, I freequent observes that 
I looks on Doc Peets as among the best feachures of 
Arizona. But this yere dash into my fam'ly life needs to 
be thought out. You-all don't know the lady; which, she 
bein' my wife, I ain't puttin' on no dog when I says I do.' 

"'Does she look like me, Abilene?' chirps up Faro 

"'Not necessar'ly, Nell/ says Abilene. 'To be shore 
I ain't basked none recent in her s'ciety, an' mem'ry may 
be blurred, but as I recalls she looks a whole lot like an 
Injun uprisin'. None the less, she's as excellent a lady 
as ever fondles a flapjack; I'll say that! Only gents' 
an' yere Abilene's tones takes on a pleadin' sound 'she's 
uppish; that's whatever, she's shore uppish! I might 
add,' continyoos Abilene, in a deprecatory 'pologetic way, 
'that inasmuch as I wasn't jest lookin' for the camp to 
turn to me in its hour of need, this proposal to transplant 
my wife to Wolfville is an honor as onexpected as a rattle 
snake in a roll of blankets. I'm the last sport to lay down 
on a dooty, when the same's sawed off on me proper; still, 
I thinks we ought to approach this enterprise plenty con- 
serv'tive. My wife has her idees ; an' I'm afraid she won't 
in some reespecks endorse our Wolfville ways. An', 
gents, if she should take a notion ag'in us, she's a force 
to make itse'f felt. Wharfore, in case you insists on 
carryin' out your locoed designs, you mustn't blame me 
yereafter if you finds that, in thus pitchin' camp in the 
dark, you've spread your blankets on a ant-hill.' 



"'Mr. Cha'rman,' observes Boggs, who's been wearin' 
a troubled look, like somethings preyin' on his mind, 
'how would it be to begin by merely invitin' Abilene's 
wife to come yere on a visit ? After what Abilene says, 
I deems it no more than proodence to manage a hold 
out in our favor if we can.' 

"'Gents/ breaks in Abilene, 'it shore seems onfair for 
all Wolfville to go pilin' itse'f up on me, when yere's 
Texas Thompson who more'n once mentions a wife of 
his who's livin' down Laredo way.' 

"'Stop the deal!' cries Texas, as sharp as the crack 
of a pistol. 'I don't aim to go trackin' off into no ex 
planations; I contents myse'f with announcin' that so 
shore as Wolfville says "Wife" to me, I'll back for a 
corner an' pull a gun:' An' yere Texas certainly does 
look a heap grim. 

"'Goin' to the amendment,' remarks Peets, ignorin' 
the outbreak of Texas, 'of Mister Boggs, that we asks 
Abilene's wife yere on a visit, let me say I cheerfully 
adopts the same. But nothin' niggardly, nothin' mean, 
mind you! Let Abilene invite his wife for say a year 
let him do that, an' I guarantees the outcome. Once the 
lady stacks up ag'inst our daily game, an' triumphs 
through a deal or two, she'll never give us up. Mister 
Cha'rman, as I moves we adjourn to the Red Light, let 
me say I holds the present to be the dawnin* of a new 
era.' ' 

" Boggs, on his way to the Red Light, lays b'ar to Tutt 
an' me, private, why he wears that harassed air doorin* 
the discussion. 



"'It's because Peets is makin' the mistake of his life, 
explains Boggs. 'Nacherally, I couldn't onfold at the 
time, Abilene bein' thar; it ain't for me to go plowin' 
up no gent's feelin's, an* him settin* in hard luck. But, 
between us I've seen this yere matron, when I'm drivin' 
cattle up from Texas into Caldwell.' 

"'What for a lookin' seraph is she?' asks Tutt. 

" ' Onderstand,' replies Boggs, 'I've allers held that 
no lady's ugly, an* I holds so now. I'm obleeged to con 
fess, however, that Abilene's wife has a disadvantageous 
face. Her profile is too jagged too much like the side 
view of a rip-saw.' 

'"Some ladies/ says Tutt, him bein' a born optimist, 
' makes up in style what they're shy on looks.' 

"'I hates to close the door of hope/ returns Boggs, 
' but I don't reckon, Dave, your reemark goes as to Abi 
lene's wife. Style ain't her long suite no more'n looks; 
the trooth is she dresses kind o' plain. The time I sees 
her, the waist of her frock's made out of a flour sack; 
I knows, because it says on it in bloo letters, "Rose of the 
Walnut Valley. XXX. Fifty pounds," bein' the brand 
we uses in our chuck wagon.' 

"It's enough to wring tears from a Apache, the way 
Abilene resigns himse'f to be reyoonited with his fam'ly. 
Jest as I knows of a hoss-thief person, who's bein' swung 
off by the stranglers, fittin' the lariat to his own neck 
an' b'arin' a he'pin' hand at his own lynchin', so Abilene 
sends his wife the message to come on. She answers 
back she'll be with us in a month; wharupon everybody 
dons a expectant look, like somethin' thrillin' is on its 



way that is, everybody except Abilene who is melan- 
cholly, an' Texas who is hostile. 

"Texas, who's more or less loser in a wedded way 
himse'f, cannot reepress his feelin's of contempt for 
what's goin' on. ' If that Abilene/ says Texas, ' possesses 
the spunk of horned toads, he'd shore get a brace of guns 
an' give this band of marplots a battle.' 

"Peets grows as cocky an' confident as a dozen jay 
birds. 'It's allers that way, Sam,' he says to Enright, 
payin' himse'f a compliment; 'a gent's cleverest thoughts 
comes when he's workin' for public good.' 

" 'This yere hand ain't played out, Doc,' returns En- 
right; an* while his manner is soft an' easy, thar's in it 
the flicker of a warnin'. 

"The eeventful day draws round; Abilene goes out on 
the trail a piece to meet his wife, an' sort o' break the 
effect. When the stage swings into the post-office, 
the entire outfit is thar to start Abilene's wife out with 
good impressions. Excuse me shudderin' some; but she's 
shore a iron-visaged heroine! 

"As Abilene he'ps her out of the coach, which feat 
he pulls off like he's handlin' a box of dynamite, Peets 
steps for'ard an' takes off his hat. 

" 'Missis Davis, I believe?' he says. 

"Whoever is this yere inebriated loafer, Mister Davis ?' 
deemands the lady,glarin' at Peets. ' No friend of yours, 
I hopes. He looks like he steals hosses for a KvinV 
Then, to Peets, who's bowin' an' scrapin', tryin' to get 
p'lite action; 'Go way, you insultin' reprobate! Don't 
you das't to offer me no roodness!' 



" ' I don't aim none/ says Old Monte, as later we gathers 
about him, askin' questions, 'to go blowin' about the 
private affairs of my passengers, holdin' it onprofessional; 
but, not to go no further gents, I hopes never to taste 
licker ag'in if she don't give Abilene a lickin' over back 
in the canyon. That's straight; she makes him yelp 
like a coyote!' 

"If ever a party is jestified of eevents it's Abilene. 
In less'n a week, that wife we imports for him has Wolf- 
ville walkin' in a circle. Thar ain't a gent among us 
who's got strength of char'cter enough, to even stay in 
the street when she shows up. The whole town goes into 
hidin'. Puttin' it the mildest, she's a menace to a free 
people. She swoops on a poker game, into which Abilene 
is settin'; an', although he's ahead at the time, she con 
fiscates a pot of over ninety dollars that's in the center, 
besides takin' what money's loose in front of Boggs an' 
Jack Moore, claimin' the same as havin* been wrested 
from Abilene by venal practices. She lands in the Red 
Light one ca'm afternoon, flourishin' a axe, an' informs 
Black Jack she'll wreck the joint if ever she smells rum 
on Abilene ag'in. At this, the boys in their despair, 
begins sayin' things about Peets; besides eyin' him mighty 
baleful. Folks is seen to drink alone; which, speakin* 
from standp'ints of public peace, is a worst possible sign. 

"Peets grows indignant; but he can't formyoolate no 
plans. 'The idee of this outfit of prairie dogs blamin' 
me I* he says, when him an' Enright's sadly talkin' 
things over. ' This is what I gets for rushin' to the rescoo 
of Wolfville!' 

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"'Doc/ returns Enright, slow an' solemn, 'you knows 
me. I'd stand up a'gin the iron for you; an' even now, 
if worst falls, I means to perish with you. None the less, 
r I cannot pretend amazement at the boys lay in' their 
troubles to your door. As a squar' man, with a fairly 
balanced mind, I'm bound to admit the boys is right. 
Now I don't say the camp feels what you'd call reesent- 
ful, Doc; it's more like they're mournin' over a day that's 
gone an' a peace you overthrows. An' yet you knows what 
hoomanity is, when rendered desp'rate by burdens more'n 
it can b'ar. I'm the last gent to go determinin' what's 
best for other gents to do, but you an' me is old friends; 
an' so, as a warnin' from a source that means you well, 
let me say that, onder the circumstances, an' rememberin' 
how we live in a day of lariats an' windmills, if I stood 
in your moccasins, Doc, either me or that maraudin' 
lady you introdooces yere, would leave town without 

"Peets couldn't be more impressed if all inadvertent 
five aces deevelops in one deal. An' let me observe 
it's beautiful to see him begin the round-up of his stam 
peded pop'larity. Peets is allers great, but never so 
great as when the shadow of Abilene's wife lays over 
him an' Wolfville like a blight. 

"Followin' Enright's forebodin's, Peets holds a secret 
conference with Abilene out back o' the corral. Later 
he reports to Enright. 

"'I reckon, Sam,' he says, knittin' his brows thought 
ful, 'I've cut a trail that ought to lead us out.' 

'"I shore trusts as much/ returns Enright. 'As 


eevents are headin', I sees nothin' for it but to adjourn 
Wolfville sine die.' 

" ' This yere's the proposition/ goes on Peets. 'Thar's 
a rich an' sickly Caldwell aunt; also thar's a doctor. 
Abilene's done give me the names of both. I'm no 
Elijah, but I now foresees that Abilene's wife is goin' 
to get a message from said physician, sayin' the rich 
aunt is cashin' in, and to come a-runnin'. 

"'But Doc/ reemonstrates Enright, 'do you-all 
reegyard it as on the squar' to go deloodin' this lady about 
a dyin' aunt, who most likely is up an' hustlin'?' 

'"Sam/ says Peets, 'sech egreegious queries makes 
me tired. You should not forget that se'f-preservation, 
as a law of nacher, reefers to commoonities as much as 

"Boggs saddles the best pony in the corral, an* goes 
dashin' off for Tucson; next day he comes dashin' back. 
He b'ars a telegram for Abilene's wife; an* whether it's 
troo or no, at least it's convincin'. Next sun-up, by 
speshul buckboard, that reemarkable lady leaves for the 
East, castin' as she goes a sneerin' look at us, as we peeks 
from the Red Light's winders. 

"The joyful dust of her departure hasn't settled, be 
fore Wolfville embarks in a celebration, so copious an' 
so exhaustive, it leaves the Red Light crippled, ontil it 
freights in a fresh stock. Peets, so lately the objeck of 
public anger, is now the public hero. 

"'But you suppresses the facts, Abilene/ says Tutt, 
addressin' that husband where he's tankin' up, 'when 
you deescribes that treemenjus he'pmeet of yours as 



simply "uppish." In view of what I now knows, 
"uppish" ain't a two spot.' 

" l It's with no purpose, Abilene,' observes Peets, as he 
fills afresh his glass, 'to discourage one whom I sym 
pathizes with as a onforchoonate an' reespects as a dead 
game gent, that I yereby invites the entire pop'lation to 
j'ine me over Wolfville's escape from your wife. An' 
all informal though this assemblage be, I offers the hope 
that this, the second of August, the date when the lady 
allooded to pulls her awful freight, continyoo an' reemain 
forever a day of annyool thanksgivin' in this camp.' 

"Abilene seeks out Texas, an' extends his hand. 
'Texas,' he says, 'it's shore low an' onmanly in me to 
try an' drag you into misery sim'lar to my own. It's 
done onder torture, Texas; an' because, as some poet 
sharp says some'ers, "Misery loves company." ' 

"'Well,' returns Texas plenty sullen, an' takin' the 
out-stretched hand sort o' slow, 'while, after sech ex 
hibitions of weak selfishness as you-all puts up, I can't 
say I'll regyard you as clean strain, I don't say I won't 
forgive you none. Moreover, I shall look upon the 
eepisode as a cloud not altogether without a silver linin', 
if it serves to teach some headlong sports' yere he looks 
hard at Peets an' Enright 'to stand paws-off, lettin' 
well enough alone, should they in footure find a husband 
an' wife livin' happily an' peacefully apart. ' " 



AS to the size of that bundle Peets inherits," 
remarked the Old Cattleman, with the pains 
taking manner of one who would like to be 
accurate if he could " as to the actooal size of that bundle, 
I never has preecise information. Peets himse'f sheds 
no direct light on it, an* nacherally I don't go proselytin* 
'round askin' him questions, bein' too well raised by 
my folks. Boggs says once, in talkin* about it, that 
it's big enough to choke a cow; which statement, while 
calk'lated to excite admiration, don't go into deetails 
sufficient to jestify a figger. The clostest any gent 
ever comes to puttin' it down, book-keep fashion, is 
Enright, who allows it's fifty thousand dollars. That's 
a big pot of money, fifty thousand is, an' if you-all don't 
mind I reckon I'll ring for the licker. The mention 
of sech giant sums shore leaves my mouth as dry as a 
covered bridge. 

"Fifty thousand dollars!" repeated the old gentleman, 
after he had been refreshed. Then, musingly: "I 
recalls the first big money I ever rounds up; which it's 
a roll of ten thousand. I ain't likely to forget the sensa 
tion none. For the first week I thought that ten thou 
sand was a million dollars; after that I simply knowed 



it was. How do I make it? Well, that's neither yere 
nor thar. Besides, a gent can't tell two stories at once, 
more'n a dog can chase two rabbits at once; wharf ore, 
let's stick to the fifty thousand Peets' inherits that time. 

"An* yet, to be c'rrect, it ain't a inheritance, emanatin' 
as it does from folks who's no kin of Peets'. It's not ex- 
ackly what I'd call a donation neither; it's more like a 
pick-up, an' sort o' reeverts to Peets as the legit'mate 
froots of his eddicational bow an' spear. You frequent 
hears me mention how Peets is that wise he vis'bly up 
lifts the mental average of Arizona. This time he 
proves it; an* it's for that reason I'm allers speshul glad 
the play comes off. It's refreshin', as markin' the troo 
valyoo of science, to have a eddicated sport like Peets up 
an* make a killin', by merely knowin' things at what 
book-sharps call the croocial moment. 

"It's the Deacon who's the instrooment seelected by 
Fate to confer on Peets that treasure; none the less the 
story, told proper, begins off to one side, with a malignant, 
p'isenous form of hooman varmint, who signs the books 
as Jaybird Home. Likewise, the yarn possesses other 
elements of disj'intedness, doo to its bein' troo. Lies 
allers flies straight as arrers towards whatever they're 
aimed at, an' either misses or hurts or kills as the case 
may be. Trooth is different a whole lot. It's more apt 
to go wanderin' an' squanderin' an* zigzagin' all over the 
map, like a pony with its bridle off. An' for causes 
obv'ous: Lies is artificial, an' framed up for a purpose. 
As ag'inst this, trooth is nacheral, an' in its 'nitial ap 
pearance at least, never has no axe to grind. Which if 



you'll only stop an' think, you'll see that this yere must 
be so. 

" The commencement of things then is when that out 
cast Jaybird, ridin' a pinto pony an' hailin' from Lords- 
burg, comes bulgin' into camp. He makes a more or 
less mem'rable deboo; for a Red Dog loonatic called 
Curly Simpson, who's projectin' 'round Wolfville at 
the time, pulls his six-shooter, an' takes to cuttin' the 
dust about Jaybird's moccasins, as soon as ever he hits 
the ground. 

"'I'm feelin' deepressed an' low,' explains Curly that 
a-way, 'an' if you'll kindly dance a little, it may serve to 
cheer me up.' 

"As though willin' to yoomer Curly, this Jaybird 
shore does jump high an' sprightly, like a trant'ler; 
wharupon Curly gets pleased with his agil'ty, to that 
degree he cracks off all six loads like the rollin* of a drum. 
When Curly's final cartridge is gone an* he's plumb 
inokyoous, Jaybird, assoomin' a rattlesnake grin, pro- 
dooces a derringer an' puts a bullet through his foot. 

"'It 'ud be your locoed head,' says Jaybird, 'only most 
likely sech feats involves me with the stranglers, for 
which I ain't got time. Likewise, when next you in- 
aug'rates a baile of this deescription, either pack a second 
gun, or don't become so lib'rally profoose as to wholly 
empty the one you has. You sees yourse'f that either 
you ought to have saved your last cartridge, as a reeserve 
ag'inst the onexpected, or been wearin' another pistol 
so's to be ready, when called on, to back your crazy play. 
My own notion, private, is to allers have the second gun, 



as bein' better form. No gent, without sacrificin' his 
standing can permit his wardrobe to bog down to where 
he ain't got a change of guns/ 

"Inasmuch as this eepisode comes off in front of the 
post-office, which is the next edifice to the Red Light, 
most of us is thar. When Jaybird finishes his oration, 
Enright, who's strong suit is bein' friendly to strangers 
an' makin' 'em feel at home, explains that Wolfville 
don't claim to be reespons'ble for Curly, him hailin' 
from Red Dog. 

"'An' I certainly hopes,' says Enright, 'that, onder the 
circumstance, Curly's capers won't leave no sense of 
annoyance, nor op'rate with you to queer the town/ 

"'None whatever!' returns Jaybird, mighty gala. 
Then, to all of us : ' Gents, my name's Home Jaybird 
Home; an' I makes no doubts but when this Curly Red 
Dog person gets acquainted with me, he'll reespect me 
an* walk 'round me like I'm a swamp/ 

" Curly is freighted over to Red Dog on a buckboard, 
by virchoo of his game foot; an' Enright closes the in 
cident by allowin' he's glad he gets it, as a lesson ag'inst 
bein' so inordinate an' plumb reedundant with his 

"'Leastwise,' says Enright, in concloosion, 'I don't 
want Curly to come pirootin' over to Wolfville, givin' 
rein to his witless activities no more/ 

"'Let's go into yon s'loon,' returns Jaybird, indicatin' 
the Red Light, 'an* forget it over a bowl of snake-water. 
Neither do I mind admittin', gents, seein' I'm feelin' 
some languid myse'f when I rides in, how that little gun- 



play, so far from irritatin', reelly relieves me an* falls 
in nice with my moods.' 

"With the start he makes, if Jaybird has the original 
roodiments of a white man in him, he might have climbed 
to what heights he chooses in public esteem. Wolfville 
is generous to the p'int of bein' a proverb. It has its 
tolerant rooles. You comes to Wolfville; an* it's as 
though you're beginnin' life anoo. Your past is as 
nothin' to that hamlet. It begins with you as you steps 
from the stage. It don't ask your name; it asks 'What 
may we call you ? ' an' leaves you, as a proodent gent, to 
pick out what title is best adapted to your needs. As 
you go romancin' along from day to day, it watches you; 
an' final, it endorses you or lynches you as seems jest an' 
mete. Which I've said all this yere before. 

"Bein' moved up into commoonal fellowship, your 
Wolfville foocher is asshored. Should you go broke, it 
stakes you; should you marry, it shakes a festive laig at the 
weddin'; should a papoose be bora to call you 'Daddy,' it 
gets drunk with you; should you fall sick, it sets up with 
you. Die? Shore, if you dies, it confers on you a 
hon'rable sepulcher on Boot Hill, an' everybody attends 
the obsequies that is everybody who's out of jail. You 
notes, tharfore, that Jaybird's got the local makin' or 
breakin' of himse'f wholly in his own hands, an' can 
stand way up in the pictures if so inclined. 

"That he ain't so inclined none, cuts less of a figger in 
Jaybird's case perhaps, since it's plain from the jump 
he don't aim to remain. However, in them few days he 
does stay, he shore creates a black impression. 



"An* at that I figgers it's more his atmosphere than 
what he does. He's plenty reepellant, is this Jaybird 
outlaw, an* you-all can smell villainy off him same as 
you smells fire in a house. Physic'ly he's small an' wiry, 
with bow-laigs from livin' a heap in the saddle. His 
eyes is small an' has a weaselish look, same as belongs to 
that egg-suckin' hen-huntin' breed of animals who can 
see in the dark. 

"Most of all, however, it's Jaybird's face that's 
ag'inst him. For one thing, it peters out into one of 
them little chins, sharp an' bony at the p'int, broad 
at the corners of the jaw, like the jaws of snakes of p'isen 
sort the chin of a murderer rather than a killer crooel, 
skulkin', savage! No discreet gent, after seein' it, 
would think of takin' off his guns while Jaybird's hanker- 
in' 'round. 

"This Jaybird has one redeemin' trait; he's a born 
gun sharp. Shore! he's among the soonest prop'sitions, 
when he reaches for a six-shooter, I ever gets ag'inst. 
Not that I encounters him none lethal; barrin' the foot 
eepisode, wharin Curly quits loser, he don't offer to 
shed no blood in Wolfville on that earlier occasion of his 
trackin' in. 

"It's over in Chihuahua, which is that fragment of the 
Wolfville body pol'tic where the Mexicans herd, that I 
has a chance of countin' up Jaybird's gun-play. This 
is what he does; an' I allers imagines he does it to fix 
himse'f respectful upon the Greaser mind. He picks up 
six chips off the lay-out of a saddle-colored party who's 
dealin' monte, an' tosses 'em up in the air. They 



spreads out, an' hangs for a moment like six blots 
ag'inst the sky. That's all Jaybird reequires. As he 
tosses up the chips, his hand goes to his gun; it's 'bang! 
bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!' faster than you-all 
can count, an* when them chips hits the ground ag'in 
they're in dust an' little pieces. 

"Which I witnesses some swift clean gun playin' from 
time to time, but these yere performances of Jaybird is 
ondoubted the bloo ribbon outburst of 'em all. Cherokee, 
who's himse'f a pastmaster with a Colt's-45, gives it out 
that, for suddenness an' ackeracy, he himse'f don't 
stand no more chance with Jaybird than a pa'r of treys 
in a jack-pot after the draw. That's straight; Jaybird, 
personal, shore does possess a genius for firearms. 

"Throughout the ten days Jaybird sojourns in our 
midst, he don't do nothin' much. He ain't what you'd 
call a drinker none, while at poker an' farobank he's 
even more sparin*. In talk, he don't wax over-com- 
moonicative, an', if he beetrays pecooliarities, it's in the 
way he seems allers to be lookin' for some gent onknown. 
Not that he goes spyin* about open an' apparent, or takes 
to overtly rummagin' up the camp. Still it's as plain as 
printed books he's on some gent's trail. It's this yere 
hunt for that onknown which takes him over into Chi 
huahua, the time he busts them monte chips. Hunt 
as he may, however, Jaybird don't find his man; an' one 
mornin' he flings the hull onto his little pinto hoss, an' 
hits the trail for the no'th like he's satisfied he's been 
dubbin* 'round on a dead kyard. 

"Folks in Arizona is so migratory that strangers, in 



their advents or departures, excites no remark. No one, 
tharfore, heeds the goin' of Jaybird, more'n perhaps to 
experience relief, same as if some centipede or stingin' 
lizard's disappeared. Neither does the camp lift up its 
astonished gaze none, when, mebby it's a week later, the 
Deacon comes weavin' in. 

"This yere Deacon boy breaks on me first across the 
supper table at the O. K. Restauraw; I notices him 
speshul because he's so plumb callow. His face is as 
smooth an* young as Faro Nell's; an' he's that innocent 
for looks, you're overwhelmned with wonder constant as 
to how he comes to be caperin' about in Arizona at all 
Arizona as a region bein* some turgid. 

"It's Boggs who names him the 'Deacon;' an', since 
his pinfeather innocence sort o' gives us a pray'r-meetin' 
impression, we-all trails in an' calls him the Deacon 
sim'lar. So far from resentin' said title, he not only 
answers to it, but acts pleased. 

"An' yet, that air of he'pless innocence is a heap mis- 
leadin'. This Deacon boy is all the time a more deadly 
problem even than the Jaybird, an' owns a fitfuller 
Colt's. Which it goes to prove how deeloosive is mere 
looks that a-way, an' sets a philosophic gent to thinkin'. 
Laid side an' side, the egg of the eagle ain't in it with 
a goose egg; but jest the same it holds a eagle. 

"The Deacon ain't been a day in town before Jaybird, 
with his pinto hoss, ag'in comes canterin' in. Not that 
thar's anythin' irreg'lar or myster'ous in sech return; it's 
tryin' to read the brands on what follows, which proves 
sech a puzzle to the pop'lar mind. 



"Yere's how eevents takes to pilin' themselves up. 
It's well into the shank of the evenin', on the day Jaybird 
gets back, an* we're all a heap onbuckled an* reelaxed. 
Of a sudden, from some'ers out to the r'ar of Hamilton's 
dance hall, we hears a gun bark once short an* sharp, 
like the single bark of a dog. 

"'Better sa'nter over, Jack,' says Enright, glancin' up 
from his poker game to Jack Moore 'better sa'nter 
over an* take a look in. One shot that a- way sounds 
doobious; I've a notion some maverick's been put over 
the big jump.' 

"Thar's a sentiment of oneasy cur'osity all 'round, 
which is sharpened when Jack returns, ridin' offishul herd 
on the Deacon. 

'"It's this yearlin',' says Jack. 'Whatever do you- 
all reckon now he's done ? ' 

"'Which I shore can't say none,' observes Enright, 
layin* down his kyards. 

" 'I should gamble not! ' Jack retorts. 'I hopes I may 
be eaten by red ants, if this Toothless kid ain't bumped off 
that Jaybird. The latter prince of pistol shooters is 
layin* out thar back of a mesquite bush, as dead as 
Joolius Caesar/ 

"'Him down that Jaybird party!' exclaims Enright, 
plumb took aback. 'Jack, it ain't feas'ble! It don't 
lay in his yoothful moccasins!' 

"'Ask him! 'says Jack. 

" ' It's in se'f defence,' cuts in the Deacon. ' Jaybird 
goes for his gun, an' I simply beats him to it.' 

'"Do you-all mean to test'fy,' remarks Enright, slow 



an' p'inted, 'that this Jaybird commences hostilities, 
an' that you hives him after he takes to domineerin' at 
you with his Colt's?' 

"'That's whatever,' replies the Deacon, a heap on- 
shaken. 'An' as to Jaybird bein* sudden with his 
artillery, you don't want to forget I'm some abrupt 

"Enright uplifts a reeprovin' hand. 'Stop/ he says. 
'Son, this yere's onhinged you. Thar's gents present 
who witnesses former what that Jaybird could do. In 
the light of them exhibitions, I pronounces your state 
ments preepost'rous. My advice is to say no more, 
but devote yourse'f to silent meditations ontil the strang- 
lers is convened.' " 



THAT'S one of the excellent feachures about a 
vig'lance committee, a feachure wharin they 
lays over other triboonals. All onbiased, they 
comes together before the witnesses grow lookewarm 
or the facts turn cold. The time that Deacon boy 
sends Jaybird flutterin' into the infinite, minutes don't 
elapse before the committee calls itse'f to order in the 
Red Light. What portion of the Wolfville public 
ain't otherwise engaged, likewise assembles to listen an' 
look on. 

"Among the last, an* a heap up to the front, is a ven'r- 
able gent with a full-moon face, an* a white fringe of 
beard all round it like a frill. In spite of his looks, the 
same bein* genial an' benevolent, an* plumb deevoid of 
evil, thar's evidences onmistak'ble, in his rusty black 
surtout an' tall hat, that the ven'rable party is a law- 
wolf. None of us is shore; for it's only that evenin' Old 
Monte brings him in, an' we ain't had no chance as yet to 
feel him out personal. I'm thus elab'rate, since this aged 
cimarron develops into quite a figger subsequent, though 
at the go-off he lays mum an' dead, with nary move or 

"When the committee's ready, Enright invites the 
Deacon to onfold. 



'"Which I already lays b'ar the facts/ responds the 
Deacon. 'I'm in the dance hall virchoously disportin' 
myse'f in a quadrille, the same bein' then an* thar pulled 
off to the strains of Sandy Land. The last call has jest 
been given, "All prom'nade to the bar!" when the floor 
manager signs it up to me that my cousin Jaybird wants 
to see me out back/ 

"'Your cousin!' says Enright. 

"'Shore; this Jaybird's my cousin; leastwise my half 
cousin, his pap an' mine bein' half brothers that a- way/ 

'"Quite right!' breaks in the moon-faced old law-wolf, 
who's posted in the public foreground, payin' interested 
heed. 'The lad's quite c'rrect, gents; their paps was 
half brothers like he states/ 

'"Whoever is this disturbin' old person?' demands 
Enright, some shocked. 

'"He's a nov'lty to me/ returns the Deacon, as much 
amazed as Enright. 

'"Who 'ml?' says the moon-faced gent, in a protestin' 
tone. 'Why I'm Jedge Bailey of the Austin bar, in- 
cident'ly counsel for the Broken-O ranch. Also I has 
business, pressin' an' private, with this yere culprit.' 

'"Which the stranglers/ says Jack, layin' a hand on 
the moon-faced party, 'has prior claims; an', onless you 
reestrains your troublesome vivac'ty so as not to interrupt 
that arm of jestice, I'll certainly have to lead you outside 
an* side-line you a lot ontil the Deacon's guilt is declar'd/ 

'"No offence, gents/ says the moon-faced person, 
mighty apol'getic. 'Most likely later, you'll invite me 
to be heard/ 



"' Which if you-all knows anythin' worth hearm'/ 
observes Enright, 'it's a cinch we shall/ Then, wheelin' 
on the Deacon ag'in, he remarks: 'Proceed with them 

"'Thar's mighty little more to tell/ says the Deacon. 
'Nacherally, I goes cavortin' out to meet my relative. 
Not that we've been sech chums, neither him layin' 
over me for age by considerable. Prior to this, I ain't 
seen my Jaybird cousin but once, for closin' on three years, 
countin' from last spring's round up, an' then our in 
terview is mighty brief. However, when I meets him 
to-night, thar's no mis-readin' the look on his face; he 
shore means killin'. He's standin' jest inside the outer 
rim of light from the r'ar winders of the dance hall, an' 
the instant I appears he's got me covered. Thar's no 
time for salyootations; an', bein' a nervous highstrung 
sport myse'f, about the time Jaybird covers me I covers 
him. If anythin', bein' defter, I shades his play a 
trifle, an' as I says prior beats him to it. Thar, gents, 
you've got it; I gives you the onmuzzled trooth.' 

"'About you-all bein' sech a flash-light artist with a 
gun/ observes Jack Moore: 'S'ppose you gives this con 
vocation a spec'men of your handiwork.' 

"Jack's been holdin' the Deacon's belt an' weepon, 
havin' secoored 'em at the start. Removin' the five 
cartridges that's left, he presents the Deacon with his 
empty armament. 

' ' Belt that piece of iron on yourse'f / says Jack, ' an', 
as Enright gives the word, see if you gets the drop on me.' 

"The Deacon smiles his smile of onsullied innocence, 
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an* buckles on the Colt's. Enright counts * one-two- 
three!' Thar's nothin' like it! Lightnin' hangs fire by 
compar'son! The Deacon's hand moves so quick it 
baffles the committee, an' he gets the cold muzzle on Jack, 
before that exec'tive so much as loosens his own gun in 
its scabbard. 

"' That's s'fficient,' says Jack, as he reclaims the 
Deacon's pistol; 'thar shore don't seem no elements of 
ondoo delib'ration about your work.' 

"'But why,' demands Enright, 'should this Jaybird 
homicide seek to down you you his cousin ? Whatever 
is his motive?' 

"'That's too many for me,' returns the Deacon. 
' However, one thing I knows is that over in Shakespear, 
on said recent one occasion I crosses up with him since I 
leaves the Brazos, he certainly does make some hostile 
motions. That time, too, I has my eye on him, how 
ever; an' inasmuch as he onderstands all about me bein' 
some veheement with a gun myse'f, he refrains. Ropin' 
round for his reasons in gunnin' for me, it may be thar's 
money in my rubbin' out. To be wholly frank, gents, 
I ain't none certain you-all couldn't borry ten thousand 
dollars on my skelp right now, back on the Brazos.' 

"'Folks,' breaks in the moon-faced gent ag'in, 'if you'll 
permit, I reckon I can eloocidate a heap.' 

"'Excoose me!' interrupts Jack; 'I sincerely regrets 
bein' obleeged to buffalo a party of your ven'rable years, 
but you forces my hand by this onlicensed boisterousness.' 

"Jack's on the verge of puttin' the moon-faced gent 
into the street, when Enright bids him deesist. ' Go on,' 



says Enright to the moon-faced gent. 'Whatever's this 
eloocidation you allows you're equal to?' 

"'As I mentions former/ returns the moon-faced gent, 
* I'm Jedge Bailey, counsel of the Broken-O, the same bein' 
the ranch of the late Virge Home. Which you-all may 
have heard of old Home, gents; they called him "Nine- 
notch Virge," him havin' downed nine. But to get back: 
I've come invadin' into these regions, on the trail of the 
said Virge Home's heir an' laigatee, bein' the yooth now 
yere on trial. Also I desires to add that his cognomen 
is not "the Deacon," but Houston Home. His pap 
cashin' in leaves him, as he stands yere, sole proprietor of 
the Broken-O herds; which are e-normous.' 

"'How e-normous?' asks Boggs, who's allers caught 
by any mention of cattle. 

"'How e-normous?' repeats the moon-faced gent. 
' The Broken-O gets its runnin' irons onto nine thousand 
calves last spring.' 

"'Nine thousand calves!' says Boggs. 'That means 
forty-five thousand head of cattle on the range. Texas' 
yere he appeals to Texas Thompson 'what's the 
valyoo of cattle on the Brazos?' 

"'All I saveys,' says Texas, 'is that when my Laredo 
wife gets her divorce, they rounds up two hundred head of 
mine, an' sells 'em at public vandoo to pay costs an' 
al'mony for six thousand dollars.' 

"'Then this yere Broken-O outfit,' observes Boggs, 
'ought to beat a million dollars!' 

"'Come, gents,' breaks in Enright, rappin' for atten 
tion, 'this ain't no inquiry as to the market price of steers.' 



Then, to the moon-faced gent: 'What you tells is not 
without interest; but them eloocidations you promises 
ought to level themselves at oncoverin' what motives this 
Jaybird sport could have for wipin' out the Deacon. 
Onless deceased is locoed, I certainly sees no cause for 
him carryin' on like the Deacon deescribes. I'm free to 
remark that this Deacon boy's tale, of how his Jaybird 
cousin tries to bushwack him, looks plenty gauzey.' 

"As to the Jaybird's motives,' resoomes the moon 
faced gent, 'I'm comin' to 'em. An' when I names 'em, 
a black b'ar of your years an' sagacity will grasp 'em 
plumb instanter. Seein* him an' the Deacon I accepts 
your name for the latter yooth is all the reelations old 
Virge Home has, in case of the Deacon's gettin' wiped 
out, it's up to that Jaybird murderer, as next of kin, to 
inherit the Broken-O. Likewise, I now ree'lizes the 
preecise murderin' play the latter bandit has in felon 
mind. He's missin' from the Brazos country, the mo 
ment the drug sharps gives it out that Virge Home's goin' 
to pass in his chips; an', in view of what's took place, I 
makes no doubt his design, that a-way, is to bootcher 
the rightful heir, an' cl'ar a bloody path for himse'f to the 
estate. Gents' an' yere old moon-face acts like he's on 
the brink of a set speech ' gents, this is shore a romance ! ' 

"Romance, yes,' interjects Enright; 'an' yet thar's a 
corner or two into which I trusts you'll shed a ray of light. 
How comes it, you bein' so thick with his dad, that this 
yere Deacon yooth don't know you none? Also, why- 
ever ain't he home on the Brazos, instead of surgin' 
'round yere in Arizona where he don't belong?' 



"'As to them primary inquiries/ replies the moon 
faced gent, 'he don't know me none because he never 
sees me none. I lives miles away from the Broken-O, 
in Austin; moreover, I don't get hooked up with Virge 
Home as counsel, ontil after this wanderin' heir vamoses 
his old man's ranch. Concernin' this Deacon's reasons 
for thus abandonin' the paternal camp-fire, I leaves you 
to put them questions to him. If it's to be told, he's the 
party to tell it, not me.' 

"'Bein' by nacher frank an* open/ speaks up the 
Deacon, 'I shore don't hesitate to say why I leaves home, 
reservin' nothin' back. I'm goiil' on sixteen years at the 
time, an' as a natif of Texas I boasts a haughty sperit. 
Thar's a right smart sprinklin' of Mexicans back on the 
Brazos, an' of course we-all Americans draws lines of 
social sep'ration. Among other matters, the boys has 
sep'rate swimmin' holes, one for us an' one for the Mex 
ican yooth. One mornin' I goes down to lave myse'f 
a lot, an' I leaves you to jedge my chagrin, gents, when I 
finds the Caucasian hole alive with Greasers. By way 
of reemonstrance, I turns in an' proceeds to chunk 'em 
up, when all of a sudden about twenty of 'em swarms 
ashore an' starts to crawl my hump. Thar's no use 
talkin', them Greasers certainly does frale me good an* 
fervent! As soon as I can make the round trip, I gets 
back to the swimmin' hole from the ranch with a 10- 
gauge shotgun an' fifty buckshot cartridges. I'll not 
put no figger on how many I cuts off, but, you hear me! 
I plays even for the Alamo right thar. When the mas 
sacre's over, it strikes me the neighbors somehow may 



find fault; some of 'em is mighty narrow, that a- way, an* 
they may say I overplays my hand. With this on my 
mind, I streaks it for Arizona, an' never does go near the 
Broken-O ag'in. The trooth is, I don't aim to go back 
now, onless I receives guarantees.' 

* ' Fear not! ' puts in the moon-faced gent, reasshorin'ly ; 
'them Brazos neighbors long ago settles that what you 
does is nothin' worse than a boyish prank.' 

"'Well,' resoomes Enright, some thoughtful, 'the 
sityooation don't offer that concloosive evidence we dee- 
mands before we stretches a gent. None the less I 
don't credit this Deacon boy's claims that the Jaybird 
pulls on him first. Thinkin' he observes s'spicious 
moves on the part of that deceased relative, when he meets 
up with him over in Shakespear, the Deacon bein' 
called from the dance hall like he is, gets stampeded; an' 
tharupon he slaughters the onthinkin' Jaybird in his con- 
f oosion. Don't you regyard that as a s'lootion, Doc ? ' 

"Peets has been oncommon silent doorin' the hearin', 
but at Enright's question he begins movin' up to the fore. 

'"This Deacon boy,' says Peets, not replyin' to En- 
right direct, 'tells us that the Jaybird has him covered. 
Now I examines departed, an' the bullet that takes him 
from us goes in his right side, jest below the shoulder, 
an', traversin' the body, lodges in the heart a wound 
that's fatal frequent. To science all things is plain, 
an' the trooth easy to run down. Gents, the facts at issoo 
ain't camped a minute ahead.' 

'"Tharupon Peets prodooces one of them jim-crow 
deevices he calls a probe, an' enters upon experiments. 



We-all holds our breath to watch. Thar it is, shore 
enough! When Jaybird's arm is extended, same as is a 
gent's when he goes to shoot, the bullet hole is clean an* 
oninterrupted. Put his arm down by his side as in times 
of peace, an* var'ous an* sundry muscles, slidin* them 
selves one across the other, closes the bullet hole up. 
The probe won't enter. Goin' to a deeduction, Peets 
gives his word as a medical sharp that the Deacon tells 
the trooth, an' corrals Jaybird after that brigand's in 
p'sition to wage war. That ends it; by direction of En- 
right we throws the Deacon loose, an' Jack Moore gives 
back his gun. 

"'Tharby reestorin' your standin' as a cit'zen,' says 

"' Which I'm glad the kyards comes out of the box as 
they does,' remarks Boggs, with a sigh of relief. 'The 
idee of hangin' a millionaire that a-way palls on me. 
Hangin' rich folks shore does go ag'in my grane!' 

"'If a millionaire is guilty, why?' demands Texas 
Thompson, some severe. 'Thar ain't one jestice for the 
rich, an' another for the pore. For myse'f, I favors 
hangin' rich men. Rich men, speakin' gen'ral, comes to 
be a mighty sight like fat hawgs; as a roole they ain't 
no good to other people till they're dead.' 

"'You may be right Texas/ returns Boggs; 'jest the 
same, when it gets down to hangin' a millionaire, them 
thoughts of all the fun he could have, blowin' in his bank 
roll, shore op'rates to stay my hand. Hangin' a pore 
man now don't affect me so much; it's easier, like as if 
you're puttin' some suff'rer out of his misery.' 



"It's six months later when Peets receives a letter from 
the Deacon, said eepistle runnin* in these words: 


" On the Brazos. 

"DEAR SIR: My old pap makes a will, an' leaves a 
leg'cy to Jaybird, as his nephy, that calls for five figgers 
to express. The balance of the Broken-O estate, the 
same bein' plenty rotund, he confers on me. The Jay 
bird's happily extinct, an' nacherally I inherits his share, 
thar existin' no one nearer of the Home fam'ly. Havin' 
in mind my se'frespect, I firmly refooses to profit by said 
Jaybird's deemise, a stand which you as a high-strung* 
gent will jestify. An' yet somethin' must be done with 
Jaybird's share. Rememberin' what I owes to you-all, 
an' the noble science which you represents, I've deecided 
to onload it on you, an' yereby encloses a draft drawn 
ag'in the Austin bank for full amount. I remain, 

"Yours trooly, 


"'What do you think yourse'f, Sam?' asks Peets. 
' Would you accept said riches?' 

"'Would I accept?' says Enright. 'Doc, sech ques 
tions sounds plumb childish!' 

"And then what?" I asked, as the old gentleman 
rapped the ashes from his beloved briar root, preparatory 
to retiring for the night. 

"Then what? My son, W T olfville's temperachoor, 
taken at normal, is high; but in the week which ensoos on 
the heels of that Broken-O laigacy to Peets, it's shore 
carried to altitoods compared to which the term 'timber- 
line' sounds marshy." 




HER real name is Sarah Jane McElleney," 
observed the old gentleman as we settled to 
our customary talk; "I knows, because 
Cherokee Hall says he sees her former over in Silver 
City, when he's temporarily turnin' faro-bank for that 
camp. Of course when Cherokee gives the lady's 
name, it's regyarded, to use the expression of Peets 
who's shore the soonest sharp! as 'res adjoodicata.' 
As a historian, Cherokee is freequent ackerate, some 
times peevish an' allers firm, an' to go dispootin' 
about his facts mighty likely leads to onhealthful com 
plications. When she's in Silver City accordin' to 
Cherokee she's workin' in the Palace Emporium, sellin' 
two-dollar shirts for ten. Concernin' them prices, I can 
well believe it; for she's certainly the guilefullest sales 
lady that ever slams furnishin' goods or wheedles a gent 
across a counter. 

"It's Peets who hails her as the 'Rose of Wolfville;' 
for, aside from bein' the best eddicated gent in the South 
west, he's also the most poetic. Bein' she's as pretty as 
a heart flush, the camp adopts his deescriptif. Subse 
quently, we adheres to said title on account of the thorns. 
Which as an outfit we shore does prick our fingers on 



the Rose; to say nothin' of 'Gene Stevens an' Eldorado 
Bob prickin* theirs speshul! 

"These yere sev'ral happening I'm borderin' on, 
bobs up when Tutt an' Tucson Jennie's been married 
a year, an' that transcendent infant, Enright Peets Tutt, 
is mebby goin' on a month. An' I allers lays the part 
Peets takes in this embroglio, wharof the Rose is the 
bloomin' but onsatisfactory center, to the inflooence of 
little Enright Peets. Folio win' the awful sityooation he 
precip'tates in bringin' on Abilene's wife that time, 
Peets gets mighty tame, an' conducts himse'f a heap 
proodent an' conserv'tive. It's the comin' of Tucson 
Jennie's baby which ag'in sets him to ghost-dancin'; 
for in his exhileration he feels, to the chubby extent of 
little Enright Peets, like Wolfville is on velvet, an' as a 
troo gambler he's for stickin' to the system which pro- 
dooces that infant, an' doublin' the stakes. 

"It's some prob'ble, too, that when it comes to fo- 
mentin' wedlock for other people, Peets like all doctors 
is preematoorly prone, not to say profession'ly over- 
eager that a- way. I says this of Peets advised; for Wolf 
ville, in its domestic expressions, don't wholly jestify 
his onflaggin' zeal in cappin' wedlock to win. 

" When it comes to provin' matrimony to be a onchal- 
lenged vict'ry, Wolfville don't go all one way. This is 
pecooliarly troo in the case of the Ruckers, the same, as a 
warnin', bein' onder our nose constant. Relyin', as we 
do an' must, on the O. K. Restauraw for our daily flap 
jacks an' salt hoss, Rucker's thralldom is necessar'ly a 
open page. Missis Rucker, while a lady possessed of a 



multitood of esteemable virchoos, in her wifely attitood 
towards Rucker is plumb despotic; to sech degrees, 
in trooth, that no one blames him much when he goes 
limber-footin' off that time to j'ine the Apaches, an* 
throw a line of them savages between himse'f an' his 
domestic bliss. Shore, we rounds him up later, an* 
drags him back to Missis Rucker's arms; but sech steps 
is took on other grounds entire. However, to return 
to the Rose of Wolfville, whom we leaves bloomin* 

"Wolfville has no notice preev'ous of the comin' of 
the Rose. She deescends upon us like a fallin' star, an' 
goes to clerkin' in the New York Store. It shore shows 
that Armstrong, who owns said mart, knows his business; 
for the stampede to buy handkerchiefs an' b'iled shirts, 
after the Rose gets thar, is without preecedent in local 
commerce. Also it's a blow at the Red Light, which 
public reesort don't sell half the rum of yeretofore. I 
don't exaggerate; thar's never no sech prior rush of cus 
tom in the territory, as sets in ag'inst the New York Store 
after the Rose appears. I knows folks that never ontil 
then owns four shirts contemp'raneous, who instantly 
acquires forty. 

1 ' Which it's the Rose's smile does it,' explains Boggs, 
who's gone broke on neckties an' sim'lar frivol'ties. 
* She certainly does leer at a gent a heap tender, when he's 
buyin' things.' 

"At that the Rose's amiability is wholly confined to 
business hours; when any of us cuts her trail outside, she's 
as formal as a fooneral, an' never as a roole notices our ex- 



istence more'n if we're horned toads. Now an' then, to 
be shore, when some dead game gent takes off his som 
brero, she bows; but the bow is as short an* cold as a 
winter's day. It's her system, I reckon. Meet her 
behind the counter, an' she's as warmly beamin' as the 
August sun at noon; cross up with her at the post-office, 
or Missis Rucker's, or in the street, an' icicles is feverish to 

"The Rose has been breakin' trade records for Arm 
strong mebby it's a month, when Peets excited, as 
stated, by the sight of little Enright Peets begins agit- 
atin' 'round about some gent marryin' her an' settlin' 

" Don't go ropin' at me none to assist, Doc,' reemon- 
strates Enright, to whom Peets is allowin' what a 
setback to Wolfville it is for the Rose to continyoo single 
that a-way; 'I don't figger I care for kyards in any 
more fam'ly-foundin' plays. That fool bluff we runs, 
in bringin' on Abilene's wife, lets me out complete. I 
never thinks of the eediotic plot we formyoolates that 
time, without goin' out doors to blush.' 

"'You'll pardon me, Sam?' says Peets, plenty digni 
fied, 'if I protests ag'in your pose of cool indiff'rence. 
Thar's a debt, let me reemind you, which you owes to 
Wolfville. Emigration, as a element of commoonal 
growth, is excellent up to a certain p'int; but all author 
ities on nation buildin' agrees that you-all can't put your 
swell bet on it. Folks is a heap too itinerant. They 
comes an' goes like the old woman's soap; they're yere 
to-day an' thar to-morrow. What Wolfville needs is 



increases natif to the soil same as that wonder of the 
centuries, little Enright Peets. Think whatever for 
a boast it would be, if Wolfville could p'int to a home 
grown herd of children, big enough to stock a school! 
Marriage is the way to bring sech proud conditions to 
pass. Assoomin' the Rose to be linked in lovin' matri 
mony to some trusty sport like Dan yere, who shall say 
that, led along by the glorious example of Tutt an* 
Tucson Jennie, they won't go romancin' off in exploits 
similar to little Enright Peets? Whatever do you say 
yourse'f , Dan ? ' concloods Peets turnin' to Boggs, who's 
been listenin' some impressed. 'What's the matter of 
you gettin' chips, pullin' a cha'r up to the sityooation, 
an', for the advancement of a Wolfville footure, winnin' 
out this Rose lady ? Jest consider how, in sech eevents, 
we puts it all over Red Dog/ 

'" Which we've got that deboshed hamlet jumpin' 
sideways as it is,' returns Boggs. 'As for me marryin' 
the Rose, while I'd shore admire to make the dulcet trip, 
it would be playin' it a heap too low down on any lady, 
to go sawin' off on her matrimonially, sech a long-horn 
as me. Now if I'm some cornfed tenderfoot, it would 
most likely be different a whole lot.' 

"'Dan,' interjects Peets, 'this yere hoomility, while 
it does you credit, likewise does you wrong.' 

" ' But, Doc,' persists Boggs, ' I ain't seedentary enough 
for a husband. I've lived too much in the cow-camps, 
too little in a house. I knows my deefects; an', while 
I'm not oncap'ble of frauds, when it comes to goin' in on 
a cold collar an' deloodin* some innocent lady into leadin' 



me to the altar, you bet it's a play too neefarious for my 
moral nacher.' 

'"Dan/ warns Texas Thompson, who's drawn up in 
time to hear the last; 'don't you go leadin' no ladies to 
the altar. Ladies is a brace game. I never reeflects 
upon that Laredo wife of mine, who gets the divorce, 
but it shore gives me cold feet. It's the wise gent who, 
in this yere matter of wedlock, holds himse'f onwaverin'ly 
in abeyance/ 

"'Texas,' reemonstrates Peets, 'sech herisies is plumb 
mortifyin' to your friends. Likewise they p'ints to a 
selfish narrowness on your part, that's far from doin' 
you credit. You're altogether illogical. You go pesterin' 
'round a bee-tree, an' get all stung up a lot. An' then 
you passes the rest of your carpin' days, declar'in' thar's 
no honey in the world!' 

'"(Understand, gents all,' exclaims Texas, for, as 
backin' up Peets' reproaches, he notes disapproval in 
Enright's eye; 'onderstand, I ain't aimin' none to head 
Dan off. What I says is that, accordin' to my experience, 
matrimony works out a good deal like eatin' off the same 
plate with a grizzly b'ar. Sho'!' an' Texas can't 
reepress a shudder 'I'd as soon think of pettin' a wolf! 
The mere idee brings on a attack of the fantods!' 

'"Aside from any Wolfville interest,' observes Peets, 
disregyardin' the last remarks of Texas, whom he looks 
on as a hopeless pess'mist, ' I don't consider it's publicly 
safe for the Rose to go trackin' round without a husband. 
It's too much like havin' some onauthorized six-shooter 
lyin' 'round, loaded to the brim; it opens too wide a 



chance for accidents. I'd sooner some gent would come 
meanderin' along an' own it a lot; in which case, if harm 
ensoos, we has a place to start from in fixin' reesponsi- 

"'Doc/ says Faro Nell, speakin* across the lay-out 
to Peets, for the talk comes off in the Red Light, while 
Cherokee is dealin' bank; 'why don't you cull this yere 
Rose yourse'f ? What's the matter of thar bein' a Missis 

"'It wouldn't do at all, Nellie,' returns Peets, shakin' 
his head. 'I'm a medicine man; wedlock is plumb for 
bid by the ethics of my game.' 

"Me bein' a bachelor," said the old gentleman, after 
pausing to re-light the briar-root, "ladies, if not a 
sealed book to me, at least is writ in a furrin' tongue; I 
can't make nothin' of 'em, an' never could. Wharfore, 
it's beyond me to go layin' b'ar the motives which onder- 
lies the conduct of the Rose, from this time for'ard. All 
I can do is reelate what happens, in the order it deevel- 
opes, an' leave it to you-all to read the brands on eevents 
as they troops by. 

"Followin' the pow-wow reelated, Peets does nothin' 
in partic'lar. Not but what he has the will; only no 
openin' occurs to cut in for action. I reckons, also, 
that Enright an' Boggs layin' down on the game like 
they do, sort o' daunts him; to say nothin' of them 
loogoobrious reeflections of Texas. For all that, this 
yere enterprise of marryin' off the Rose don't go to sleep. 
Only it breaks forth in new an' onexpected forms. 

"It's this a-way: 'Gene Stevens an' Eldorado Bob 



are riders on Enright's Bar-B-8 ranch, an* belongs at one 
of his sign camps over by the Tres Hermanas. They're 
young, smooth, handsome boys, straight as lances, slim 
an* limber as panthers, an* to see either of 'em in the 
saddle is like hearin' a toone of music. Up to this yere 
eepock, they eats out o' the same bake-kettle, sleeps onder 
the same blankets, an' in all reespecks gets along together 
as peaceful an' friendly as two pups in a basket. 

"One bright mornin', mebby it's a week after Peets 
makes that talk, these young an' boundin' sports rides 
into Wolfville. As they goes curvin' about, they gets 
simultaneous eyes on the Rose. Which it's the beginnin' 
of the end; from that moment their infatchooation is 
obv'ous. That lady simply goes over their ontried sen- 
sibil'ties like a landslide! 

"Aimin' to remain for a day when they rides in, they 
stays a week; an' doorin' said period you can't drive 'em 
out o' the New York Store with a gun. Absolootely, 
they becomes sort o' spellbound about this Rose, to a 
degree where Enright begins to notice. Poss'bly, it's 
the boys over-drawin' their pay, months in advance, 
which first attracts Enright's attention. By that time, 
however, neglectful of Bar-B-8 interests utter, they've 
as stated been hankerin' round town for mighty nigh a 

"Enright when he learns, is plumb scandalized. 
'Whatever would you think, Doc!' says Enright; 'them 
two cimarrons ain't rode a mile of my lines for seven 
days! That means a shore hundred head of Bar-B-8 
cattle has done drifted across into Mexico! You can 



gamble them Greasers, over about Casa Grande, is havin' 
a beef picnic all right/ 

"'Never mind/ observes Peets, a heap soothin' 
Peets sees what's afoot from the jump, but don't say 
nothin' for fear Enright drives 'Gene an' Eldorado back 
on the range 'never mind, Sam; let 'em play around 
a while, ontil the Rose picks one of 'em out. It would 
shore be a crime ag'in the body pol'tic, to go sp'ilin' 
nuptials which I now perceives is not only certain but 
clost. Ain't it wonderful how, jest as I'm settin' down in 
despair, this yere marital trick begins to up an' turn 




CLOSE-HERDED by Peets, who won't let any of 
us so much as bat a eye or wag a y'ear lest we 
disconcerts the love-makin', we-all lays mighty 
low an* quiet. The eyes of the camp is riveted on the 
Rose, to see when she commences to thaw; an* towards 
which gent. So far, it looks like 'Gene an' Eldorado is 
splittin' about even. Nacherally, with both of 'em 
hangin' 'round the New York Store from the time Arm 
strong onlocks the doors in the mornin' ontil he locks 'em 
up ag'in at night, they arrives at a closer acquaintance 
with the Rose than does the rest of us. However, that 
virgin, as between 'em, in no wise evinces partiality. If 
she capers over to the O. K. Restauraw for her noonday 
chuck with Eldorado, she prances back to the store ag'in 
with 'Gene; an' thar you be. The tangle shore does 
keep us shiftin' our stacks, an' guessin'. 

"'Which I'll bet a hatful of bloo chips it's 'Gene/ 
says Boggs, banterin' Texas for a wager. 

"'Not with me,' returns Texas, a heap solemn. 'I'm 
some heartless as a sport, but I'd no more spekyoolate 
on a gent gettin' married than on a gent gettin' lynched.' 

"This lovin' see-saw between 'Gene an' Eldorado 
goes on for a fortnight, by which time they've ceased to 



drink together, an' glowers plenty fierce when they 

"'The plot is thickenin'/ says Peets, rubbin' his 
hands. 'In less'n another month that lady'll declar' 

'"They'll take to shootin', them boys will, long e'er 
that/ says Enright. 'Which I don't so much mind 
them lovers abandonin' my cattle, Doc/ he continyoos, 
his manner plenty nervous; 'but I'm in hourly fear of 
'em lowerin' their horns at one another. My y'ears is 
expectin' the crack of a Colt's-45 any minute!' 

"'How would it be/ asks Jack Moore, 'for me, in 
my capacity as kettle tender for the stranglers, to denoode 
'em of their hardware?' 

'"That wouldn't seem preecisely the thing neither/ 
returns Enright. 'With the rest of us packin' our 
guns, it would shore appear invidious to go strippin' 
them boys of their bric-a-brac. Besides, Jack, bein' in 
love that a- way most likely makes 'em fretful, an' they'd 
t'ar into you for war. Which is what we're tryin' to 

"'I'm a fair jedge of bloodshed in its approach/ 
says Peets, 'an' I don't see no signs as yet. S'ppose we 
stands pat, an' keeps a sharp watch. At the first symp 
toms of trouble, we'll be down upon 'em like a passel 
of 'possums on a couple of persimmons. To move 
now would be to queer the play; whereas, if we gives 
the Rose time, it's a cinch she'll make up her mind.' 

'"Well, I shore wishes she would!' reemarks En- 
right, plenty fervent, 'I certainly don't hone none to 



have two of my best riders go to shootin' each other in 
two over this damsel/ 

"'Thar ain't a chance!' reesponds Peets. 

"'Doc/ breaks in Texas, dark an* savage; 'them 
coquettes revels in bein' the cause of bloodshed, an' 
regyards murder in the light of compliments/ 

" ' Reely Texas/ says Peets, his tones hard an' severe, 
'you over-steps the bounds even for a gent who's been 
made the victim of a lady's crooelty. This Rose ain't no 
coquette; her cirklin' in an' out about 'Gene an' Eldorado, 
first with one an' then the other, is nothin' more'n the 
gentle hesitancy of a dove about to 'light/ 

"'That may be, Doc/ observes Enright; 'an* yet, I 
can't avoid wishin' she'd pick out her perch. Or, 
should she consider sech perch-pickin' as ongirlish, if 
this maiden would only up an' confide in some discreet 
gent private, as to which she'd ruther have, it might do. 
In sech case, we deevotes ourselves to gettin' the wrong 
boy out o' camp. Between us, Doc, havin* regyard to 
our p'sition in the commoonity, an' in the interests of 
peace an* to save life, I thinks it our dooty to approach 
her on that p'int.' 

"'I ain't none shore but you're right/ returns Peets, 
sort o' ponderin'. 'Leastwise, for that an' sundry 
other reasons, I won't say I ain't in favor of smokin' 
her out. A little gentle interference might be the winnin' 
play; ladies likes to have their hands crowded. Sam, 
if you'll come with me an' back the game, I'll offer the 
Rose her choice between 'Gene an' Eldorado right now. 
That's it; we'll shore make her take to a tree or go into a 



hole! The Rose, too, will be grateful for us bringin' 
things to a head; while she'll blush, an* mebby pout some, 
she'll thank us in her heart/ 

"Although Enright ain't none entranced with the 
su'gestion to go see the Rose at once, he believes the 
prospecks to be crit'cle, an' yields. Wharupon Peets an' 
him goes pirootin' off on their embassy of love an' peace 
Peets, game as pheasants, in the lead. Boggs, who's 
allers plumb inquis'tive, follows teeterin' along in the 
r'ar to size up the play. 

"This yere is how Boggs reports them proceedin's: 

"'Peets opens,' says Boggs, 'an* offers a line of argy- 
ment about the rectitoode of his intentions, the jsame 
makin' no impressions as far as I can jedge. Then he 
deemands to know whichever she's goin' to tie down, 
'Gene or Eldorado. 

"'Thar's nothin' goin' on in the store at the time, an' 
the Rose is over on the grocery side, eatin' a ginger cookie. 
As the Doc is talkin' I can see her color mount, an' I 
half allows she's goin' to la'nch some pound weights, 
that's lyin' loose an' handy on the counter, at the Doc's 
head. She does have some sech idee, but puts it aside; 
final, she stands glarin' like a wronged lioness. You bet, 
gents, I wouldn't have been in them sports' moccasins 
for a herd of cattle! 

"While the Rose stands thar, glarin' an' pantin', 
Enright breaks in all soft an' persuasif. "What I fears, 
Miss," says he, "is that these yere boys'll take to pawin' 
for trouble with each other. You-all shore don't want 
the young male persons of this village to go shootin' 



each other all up?" The Rose still stands thar sayin' 
nothin' but lookin' that f'rocious she could eat the sights 
off a Winchester. "Which if you reely knows these 
yooths, Miss," goes on Enright, "an* how their hearts 
is as soft that a- way as two goose-ha'r pillows, you'd 
certainly pity 'em a lot." 

"'It's then,' continyoos Boggs, 'I sees the Rose begin- 
nin' to pull herse'f together for a verbal spring. Which 
I won't attempt her words none; the burnin' eloquence 
of that gifted lady is beyond me! As a deebater she 
shore lays over a quartette of kings an' a ace! An' say! 
the way she does t'ar into the Doc an' Enright is a lesson 
to bobcats! I don't overstate, gents, when I says that 
she gets enough of their hides to make a saddle cover. 
At the close, she stamps her foot like a buck antelope; 
an' all with a proud high look that reeminds me a mighty 
sight of a goddess. It's the only time I ever sees the Doc 
wholly discouraged. As for Enright, I feels sorry for the 
old silver-tip, he's that abashed.' 

"We-all has to content ourselves with Boggs' story, 
for Enright an' Peets, when they comes weavin' back 
to the Red Light, don't say nothin'. They jest stands 
at the bar, consoomin' Old Jordan with a preeockepied 
air, like they're mentally countin' up the pot to see who's 

"Finally it's Enright who speaks: 'Which I begins 
to wonder less'n less,' says he, 'at the morose attitoodes 
of Texas to'ards ladies.' 

'"That Rose is some fiery, an' that's a fact!' ree- 
marks Peets musingly. 



"Sayin' which, the two closes up as mum an* moote 
as a basket of clams. Their looks is enough, though 
bein' that glum they'd frighten children or sour milk. 

"It's second drink time in the evenin', an' a soft quiet, 
broken only by the muffled flutter of a stack of chips, 
preevails. We're most of us in the Red Light, when all 
of a sudden the brisk tones of 'Gene breaks on the 

"'Which I've nothin',' says he, 'but my love an' my 
gun; the one's for the Rose, an' t 'other's for reevenge. 
Eldorado, it's up to you to fill your hand!' 

"The artillery starts to bark an' buck-jump with the 
last word, an' riots on for about four shots a side. Bein' 
not without experience, those of us who ain't involved 
crouches behind bar'ls an' ducks down back of the coun 
ter, so's to be out of the way of the flyin' lead. Thar 
ain't much resk; with two cool hands like 'Gene an' 
Eldorado workin' the batteries, we-all is safe enough. 

"When the shootin's over, we begins to count up the 
casyooalties. We gropes about in the smoke an' finds 
'Gene, hit some hard in the shoulder; an' next we locates 
Eldorado rollin' 'round on the floor, a mighty commo 
dious hole in his side. Peets, who accompanies 'em to 
Missis Rucker's to bandage 'em an' bed 'em down, gives 
it as his professional opinion later that they'll live; 
which said assoorance rolls a stone from off our appre 

"'An' yet,' says Enright, drawin' a deep breath, 'yere 
we be, an' nothin' adjusted! Thar's all this shootin' 
an' blood-lettin', an' the camp all torn up, an' most 



likely the whole deal to go over ag'in! That's one of 
the disturbin' elements, Doc, about an even break.' 

"It's the next day when a fresh feachure is added to 
the sityooation; the Rose, harnessed in her best bib an' 
tucker, takes the stage for Tucson. As she departs, she 
never expresses the least solic'tood touchin' them lovers 
lyin' all shot up. 

"'An' some mavericks thinks ladies is tender!' com 
ments Texas. 

"'You don't onderstand, Texas!' says Peets, almost 
losin' his temper. 'With both boys creased, it wouldn't 
be delicate for the Rose to go expressin' preferences. 
Wait till she gets back; then if she don't go driftin' 
round the neck of whichever is her sweetheart, I'm a 

"'Shore!' exclaims Boggs; 'I strings my money with 
the Doc's! It's perfec'ly cl'ar to me, that the Rose has 
only gone squanderin' off to pick out her trooseau. I 
hopes she makes it bloo; bloo's my fav'rite tint.' 

"Armstrong, in reesponse to pop'lar eagerness, allows 
that the Rose will be back in a month. 

"'By which period,' says Peets, 'I'll have them cava 
liers on their pins, ready for the Rose to make her seelec- 
tions. You'll see, Sam' addressin' Enright, who's 
takin' a morbid view ' that this yere'll come winner on 
the turn.' 

"Next evenin' about sundown, Old Monte, wropped 
in the yoosual dust cloud, is seen bringin' in the stage on 
the lope. 

"'The same bein' a bad omen,' declar's Boggs. 



'Whenever that old drunkard's the b'arer of bad news, 
he allers hurries.' 

"'It's all over!' shouts Old Monte, never waitin' 
to kick free the mail bags or tumble off the express box. 
'That Rose girl, the instant the stage stops last night in 
front of the Oriental S'loon, grabs off a Tucson sport 
who's lyin' in wait for her, an* sashays off to be married. 
Gents, I couldn't believe my eyes! It's plumb troo, 
however; an' the barkeep at the Oriental gives me his 
word that said outcast who gets her has been engaged to 
the Rose for months. Figger on my feelin's, when I 
reecalls how 'Gene an' Eldorado is lyin' he'pless, while 
their rights is bein' thus heartlessly trifled away! I'm 
for takin' the express shotgun, an' maimin' the preacher 
or mowin' down the bridegroom! But the Tucson mar 
shal wouldn't have it, gents; he cuts in between me an' 
them two kidnappers an' stan's me off. I couldn't he'p 
it none; that Rose girl is lost to 'Gene an' Eldorado an' 
the rest of us for good!' 

"At the finish, Old Monte gives a deeper groan than 
ever, an' havin' told his bad news, seizes on the affair 
to go on what Boggs calls a 'public drunk* to show how 
bad he feels. 

"Thar's nothin' spoke for a while. Ever sober an' 
sympathetic, Black Jack makes a row of bottles the 
len'th of the Red Light counter; bein' a astoote barkeep, 
he saveys what the occasion reequires. At last Enright 
breaks the silence. 

"It looks, Doc,' says he, 'like the Rose has rung in a 
cold hand on us?' 



"Peets don't reply, bein' tongue-tied of chagrin. 

"'Which I has preemonitions from the go-off/ observes 
Texas, a heap pompous, 'that this yere Rose lady ain't 
on the level about them boys. But why preetend 
s'prise ? It's nothin' more'n another instance of woman 
lovely woman!' 

'"Whatever be you-all wolves howlin' about, I'd like 
for to ask ? ' puts in Faro Nell, who's assembled with the 
rest. 'I don't see nothin' wrong this Rose girl's done; 
an', bein' a girl myse'f, you bet I'm a jedge. When it 
comes to losin' her heart, she has a right to place her bets 
to suit herse'f, as Cherokee'll tell you; an' Wolfville, 
instead of grouchin' an' grumblin', ought to be proud to 
turn for her.' 

"'Gents,' says Enright, pullin' himse'f together, 'the 
present is a profound instance of "out o' the mouths of 
babes an' sucklin's." Nell is right. The more I consid 
ers, the less I'm able to see where this Rose lady exceeds 
her rights. An' if she does, what can we-all do about it ? 
ladies is that ongovern'ble! By word of Armstrong, 
I onderstands the Rose will presently reeturn to us, an* 
make her home yere. Let us tharfore, for the honor 
of Wolfville, be prepared to whoop it up as she trails in 
with her prey. While she ain't preecisely pleased us none, 
an' would have come nearer to ticklin' us to death if she 
pitches on one of them pore wounded boys across the 
way, she most likely pleases herse'f which is the next 
best chicken on the roost. The reeflection, too, should 
cheer us that, since she's goin' to pitch her household 
camp among us, the town's bound to be ahead on the 



deal. Askin' every gent's pardon for so long a speech, 
which, however, considerin' how the hands has been 
runnin' may not prove in vain, I invites the onprejew- 
diced opinions of our friend, the Doc, on the subjecks 

"*Sam, as yoosual, you've stated my feelin's to a 
ha'r,' responds Peets, who's by now recovered his aplomb. 
1 Onder all the circumstances, while perhaps the Rose does 
deal herse'f a hand from the bottom, I sees no real room 
for cavil. So confident am I tharof that, askin' all to 
yoonite with me, I yereby freights my glass to the Rose 
of Wolfville an' the tarrapin she's roped up." 1 



DO you-all believe in ghosts?" asked the old 
gentleman one evening, the while cocking a 
questioning eye through the tobacco smoke. 
I replied, almost indignantly, with an emphatic negative. 
"No more do I," he returned thoughtfully "no more 
do I. An* yet I've been afraid of 'em all my life. 

"Not that I ever encounters a spook," he continued, 
after a moment's silence; "leastwise never but once. 
It's the ghost of Sandy Carr; an', you hear me! that 
specter shore terrifies Wolfville to a degree which leaves 
it as flat as a field of turnips. Boggs is scared speshul, 
an' it looks like his mind is onhinged for a time. Still 
he ain't so much to blame; for this yere wraith takes 
to chasin' him about personal, an' runs him for more'n 
a mile. 

"It's this a- way: We-all likes Sandy a whole lot, 
an' Boggs, who's always took by sick folks an' ladies an' 
weak people gen'ral, likes him partic'lar. He's been 
with us quite a spell, Sandy has, an', bein* he's leadin' 
voylinist at Hamilton's dance hall, ockyoopies a front 
place in the camp's best social cirkles. Moreover, he's 
an Americano: and since the balance of them virchuosoes 
is Dutch, Sandy sort o' stands out. Enright knowed 



Sandy's old pap back in Tennessee, an' that of itse'f 
puts him 'way up in the picture kyards. 

"When Sandy makes his deboo among us, he allows 
it's on account of his lungs, him bein' behind the game, 
pulmonary. Doc Peets, however, scouts the idee. Peets 
goes all through Sandy with a lantern, an* gives it as 
his jedgment it's his heart. 

"'Which I don't reckon it makes much difference 
neither/ says Sandy, mighty careless for he's plumb re 
signed that a-way 'seem' either one of 'em's a center 

'" Nonsense 1' says Peets, who's for stiff enin' people's 
nerve. 'Thar ain't no more chance of you packin' in 
than of holdin' a royal flush.' 

"That's what Peets imparts to Sandy; but he puts the 
rest of us on private, that Sandy, when it comes to livin', 
ain't got a look-in. 

"'It may be to-morry,' says Peets; 'an' then ag'in it 
may be years. Soon or late, however, pore Sandy'll 
blink out like a candle.' 

"'Which he gets it from his folks,' says Enright; 
'Sandy's old man is plenty puny.' 

"Bern* he's on what he deescribes as 'waitin' orders,' 
Sandy employs himse'f , as I states, fiddlin' in the dance 
hall. An' he's a shore genius when it comes to combinin' 
rosin, hoss-ha'r an' catgut, in what Colonel Steritt 
in the Daily Coyote calls 'a harmonious whole!' He'd 
lean back with his eyes shet, when the fit's on him, an' 
the wails an' sobs an' shrieks he'd lure from the bosom 
of that instrooment, would shore run a mountain lion 



plumb off its natif heath. Thar's nothin' to it! At 
sech eepocks I holds with Boggs that Sandy, if he pleases, 
could play a fiddle with his feet. 

"As the days runs into months, an* Sandy ain't took 
the big jump none as yet, we-all kind o' gives up lookin* 
for it; an', when it does come, it's in the nacher of as'prize. 
Peets himse'f ain't thar at the time, bein' over to the Box- 
D outfit, tyin* down a cow-puncher who's busted his 
nigh hind laig. Not that Peets could have done nothin' 
if present; Sandy quits that quick, it's as if it's a 

"It's along towards the heel of the dance hall hunt 
that night when Sandy's took. The gray-bloo streaks 
of mornin' is comin' up over the Floridas, the last walse 
has been pulled off, an' Sandy's packin' his fiddle away 
in its box. He says somethin* that sounds afterward 
like he feels the finish ain't a foot away. 

"'Looks a heap like a coffin!' he observes to Dave 
Tutt, an' p'intin' to the little old black fiddle-box. Then, 
as if a idee strikes him: 'Dave,' he remarks, 'if that 
last walse I jest scrapes off, turns out to be the shore 
enough last, tell the boys that Dan's to have Ole Bull 
yere.' Ole Bull's his fiddle. 'Dan,' he goes on, 'has 
been a heap good to me; an', while he ain't got no more 
moosic in him than a coyote, it'll do to remember me by.' 

"That's what Sandy says; an' the next moment he 
comes slidin' from his perch as dead as Santa Ana. 

" ' An' you can bet the limit/ declar's Texas Thompson, 
as Tutt relates the eepisode, 'Sandy has preem'nitions. 
Shore, folks gets some mighty mystic hunches that a- way. 

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As the poet sharp observes, " Comin' eevents casts their 
shadows before." I has 'em myse'f. That time my 
Laredo wife swats me over the forehead with a dipper, 
I'm seized of a dozen preem'nitions all at once. Aside 
from what stars is yoosual on sech occasions, I sees her 
gettin' that divorce, an' sellin' up them steers at public 
vandoo for al'mony, an' the whole racket same as though 
it's in a vision. That's whatever! Gents, take it from 
me that, as Sandy stands thar tellin' Dave how Dan's 
to have his fiddle, he saveys Death's got the runnin' iron 
on him right then, brandin' him for the ranges eternal.' 

"Boggs sheds tears when he's told, bein' as I explains 
freequent a mighty eemotional sport. Then he allows, 
to show his respect, that he'll set up with departed ontil 
he's ready to send over to Tucson. That last's the way 
Sandy himse'f framed it up. We finds a note to Enright 
sayin' that, while he ain't got nothin' ag'in Boot Hill 
as a place of sepulcher, if we-all don't mind he'd sooner 
be sent back to his folks. 

"It's arranged that Sandy's to go p'intin' out for the 
East the next day, the same bein' as soon as we-all can 
get a box. Meanwhile, Boggs gives it out he aims as 
mourner in chief, to mount gyard over the remainder. 
Knowin' how plumb ha'r-hung Boggs' sens'bilities is, 
I can't say I regyards his resolootion about settin' up 
with Sandy as sagacious. 

"Pendin' the box, we files Sandy away in his bed over 
to the O. K. House, where he belongs. Sandy's room, 
which is long an' narrow like a rope-walk, is in the second 
storey of the lean-to; an', since the bed is 'way yonder at 



the far end, we-all hopes that Boggs, by settin' near the 
winder where he can look across to the Red Light an* 
see the boys, scuffles through the night in shape. Some 
of us would have offered to double-up in them vigils; 
but Boggs is so plumb sensitive it's calk'lated to hurt his 
feelin's, an* we passes the idee up. At the worst we can 
stampede over to sustain him, in case his nerves takes to 
ghost-dancin' an* he breaks down onder the strain. 

"It's about first drink time in the evenin', an* we're 
all that is all but Boggs, who is over with Sandy 
loafin' sorrowfully about the Red Light, regalin* our 
selves with seegyars, an' h'istin' in the yoosual drinks, 
by way of keepin* up our sperits. Rucker's with us; 
for Missis Rucker lets on at supper time that she an' 
Faro Nell is goin' to pass a hour or two with Tucson 
Jennie, an* Rucker the old horned toad! takes ad 
vantage, an* escapes across to us. This yere double 
deesertion don't leave nobody in the O. K. House except 
Boggs an' Sandy; that is nobody save a passel of Mexican 
meenyals, who's rustlin' about washin' supper plates in 
the kitchen. 

"Time goes on, an' it looks like Boggs is goin' to get 
along all safe. He's some wrought up though, an' at 
intervals none too far apart comes caperin' over for his 
forty drops of Old Jordan. 

"'Bern' deepressed about Sandy, that a-way,' he 
reemarks, 'I'm libatin' freer than common. But gents, 
it's all in the day's work!' Yere he sighs prodigious. 

"None of us lets fly any comments, an' when he's 
got his licker he goes pirootin* back to Sandy. 



"Thar's nothin' gala goin' among us, as we sets 'round, 
an* it brings relief when a mealy tenderfoot wanders up 
an* heads for Rucker. 

"'Be you the gent/ says the mealy tenderfoot to 
Rucker, speakiri' a heap diffident 'be you the gent who 
keeps the feed shop over the way?' 

'"Which my wife' says Rucker; an' then he ketches 

"Rucker ain't got no more spunk than jack-rabbits; 
but he notices how the mealy tenderfoot looks timid an' 
'pologetic, an' allows he'll rough him some by way of 
givin' his manhood a picnic, him not darin', while Missis 
Rucker is rummagin' about, to say his soul's his own. 

"'Be I what?' deemands Rucker, shiftin' his manner 
from feeble to fierce. 

'"Be you the gent who deals the feed-game across the 
street?' says the mealy tenderfoot, still more diffident. 

"'Well, whatever if I be?' growls Rucker. 

"Which, he shorely is the surliest boniface! It's 
him bein' roped up from among them Apaches, where 
he's livin' at peace that time, which sours him. An' 
yet that ain't no excoose; an' it's even money, if we-all 
ain't bowed down about Sandy, Cherokee or Jack Moore 
or some other philanthropist would have whacked him 
over the head with a gun. 

"'Nothin' if you be,' repeats the mealy tenderfoot; 
'only I wants somethin' to eat.' 

"Oh, you wants somethin' to eat,' retorts Rucker, 
puttin' on dog egreegious. 'Who be you?' 

"'Me?' says the mealy tenderfoot. 'I'm travellin' 
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salesman for the One-Spoon Bakin' Powder Company of 
St. Looey. I've been workin* the Red Dog stores all 
day; an* now I'm some peckish, an* desires food/ 

"'Well/ snarls Rucker, 'you-all don't reckon I'm 
goin' to prodooce a table an* feed you right yere in the 
Red Light, do you ? Your best hold is to go romancin' 
over to the O. K. House, camp down in the dinin* room, 
an' raise th' long yell. Most likely, if you yells loud 
enough an* long enough, somebody'll come ransackin' 
along an' stake you to some grub, merely to get shet of 
your noise.' 

"With this, Rucker settles back as lofty as though he 
an' not Missis Rucker is boss. 

"'Rucker,' breaks out Jack Moore, when the mealy 
one-spoon person has started off, 'you certainly are the 
most reepellant landlord I ever gets ag'inst! It's half- 
in half-out of my mind while you're runnin' your on- 
called for blazer, to pass that one-spoon party my gun, 
an' urge him to t'ar into you/ 

"'But you-all don't onderstand, Jack/ expostchoo- 
lates Rucker, beginnin' to lay down. 'Which you never 
runs no restauraw. Some of these yere fly-by-night 
boarders seems to think I've got to pack 'em in cotton 
battin' an' sing 'em to sleep/ 

"The matter drops, an' for a while we sets 'round 
placid an' wordless. Then, mebby because his thoughts 
is runnin' on Sandy, Texas Thompson reelates how he 
once sees a goblin cow. 

"'It's back on the Canadian/ says Texas. 'I'm 
settin' by my camp fire, when thar of a sudden stands a 



cow. I can't see the brand, because her face is my way, 
but the y'ear-marks is a swallow-fork in each y'ear. 
Thar bein' no sech y'ear-marks on that range, I gets the 
notion it's a spook-cow, an* whanges away with my 
six-shooter accordin'. When the smoke cl'ars aside, 
thar I be alone as former; no cow, no nothin'. From 
which I'm driven to conclood it's a spook-cow.' 

"At this junctchoor, Boggs comes trapsin' across for 
more licker, an* by way of washin' the taste of Texas's 
goblin cow out of our mouths we j'ins him. Boggs, 
bein' refreshed, goes teeterin' back ag'in to Sandy, an* 
we-all settles down once more. 

"Cherokee gets garroolous next, an* is beginnin' to 
wonder wherever Hamilton'll round up another fiddler, 
when the timid one-spoon person returns, an' fronts up 
to Rucker the second time. 

" ' Now that my hunger's appeased,' says the one-spoon 
person, 'I wants to go to bed. I've been skallyhootin' 
hither an' yon all day with them Red Dog tarrapins, 
an' I'm about dead on my laigs.' 

"An',' breaks in Rucker, beginnin' to bristle which 
knowin' he's safe, the temptation to buffalo that one- 
spoon stranger is too strong 'of course it's up to me 
to sashay over an' tuck you in a whole lot. Listen! 
If you're honin' for sleep, you clinch onto one of them 
candles standin' on the side table; an' if a blanket-bed 
with a goose-ha'r pillow is anywhere near your speed, 
you'll find them luxuries waitin' at the head of the 

"Well/ retorts the one-spoon person, who's food 


had braced him up a lot, 'all I got to say is you're a 
mighty ornery host/ 

"'Never mind/ says Rucker, 'about me bein' ornery. 
Your only show for a bed is to obey my mandates/ 

"As the one-spoon person departs, Boggs comes rack- 
in* along back for further licker. 

"'I don't want to vie with you none, Monte/ says 
Boggs, addressin' Old Monte, who's jest up from the 
stage office, an' who, as I long ago tells you is Wolfville's 
offishul sot, 'but I shorely don't recall when I'm quite 
this parched. It's woe does it/ 

"Boggs dallies 'round about his drink, bein' lonesome 
I reckon, an' consoomes all the time he can. As he stands 
by the bar, sniffin' his rum delicate, he turns to Enright. 

'"You-all used to know Sandy's pap, Sam?' he 
observes. 'What for an old maverick was he?' 

'"The old man's dead now/ replies Enright, who 
onderstands how Boggs is shakin' the bresh for preetexts, 
an' is willin' to he'p him out. 'Speakin' of the tomb, 
he beat Sandy to it by three years. I recalls the first 
time I sees this yere old Carr; it's one of them summers I 
goes visitin' my fam'ly in Tennessee. The day is plenty 
fervent, bein' August; the sun blazin' down direct, fairly 
b'ilin' the black mud of the Cumberland bottoms. I've 
cinched a saddle onto a hoss, an' am workin' off towards 
the Upper Hawgthief to see some cousins. As I goes 
perusin' on my windin* way, I crosses up with a measly 
little one-room shack, in the black midst of them bubblin' 
sweatin' bottoms. Thar's a shrivelled rag of a party 
camped out in front. He's settin' on a elm stump, that's 



plumb oncovered to the blisterin' sun; an' what's more, 
he's got a blanket overcoat wropped about him, collar 
turned up, same as if he's in Nova Zembla. 

"'As I pulls to a halt, he brings his peaked weasel 
face around, an' glances out from onder his old wool 

"'"Why don't you reemove a heap into the shade of 
yonder tree?" I asks, breakin' ground for better ac 

"'"Cause the chill's on," says Weasel-face. "Bime- 
by, when the fever's on, I'll shore hunt some shade." 

"'"How long have you reesided yere?" I asks. 

'"" Thirty year," says Weasel-face. 

"'"How long have you had the agger?" 

'""Thirty year." 

'""Whyever don't you pull your freight?" 

'""Which you-all can't none, an' no money." 

'""What's the matter of earnin' money?" I says. 
"It looks like in thirty years you might have caught on 
to some sort o' bank-roll." 

'""You think so, stranger!" retorts Weasel-face, 
sneerin* up at me from onder the wool hat. " Now look 
yere: Since I've had the agger an* that's thirty year 
I ain't been fit for nothin' but to shake down persimmons 
an' sift meal, an' you can't accumyoolate no riches at sech 

"That Weasel-faced, agger-eaten party, gents,' con- 
cloods Enright, signin' up to Black Jack for the glasses, 
'is none other than old Carr, Sandy's pap; an', as I men 
tions prior, I always allows Sandy bein' ricketty an' 



weakly that a-way, is doo primar'ly to the fever-soaked 
stock he comes from/ 

"Boggs takes advantage of Enright's signals to Black 
Jack, an* hangs on desperate. Then Old Monte, sort 
o' onbucklin' with his rum, begins to remember things, 
an' that gives Boggs a fresh excoose. The old drunkard's 
told the aneckdote more'n forty times, but Boggs clings 
to every word, same as if it's a roast apple, an' heaves 
in questions, an* tantalizes 'round pretendin' he's breath 
less with interest, an* the tale plumb new entire. The 
yarn's about how Old Monte gets stuck up once in the 
North Georgia Mountains, by moonshiners, an' is drug 
off his buckboard, an' herded along down a mountain 
side to shave a dead man. 

"'They-all not havin' no razor,' explains Old Monte; 
'an', in foolish forgetfulness born of grief, promisin' 
deefunct to shave him before they mows him away in 
the grave. Talk of patriarchs; that old chief of the moon 
shiners has a beard big enough to stuff a pillow! Which 
them mourners that corrals me, an' my razor, is that 
grateful when I'm through, they endows me with a gallon 
of moonshine whiskey pale as water. I'd have give 'em 
the razor; only I'm afraid they'll feel crit'cized. So, 
after I'm out o' sight, I flings it away in a canyon. Gents, 
them Georgia mountaineers is barbarians!' an* with 
this yere dictum, Old Monte buries his nose in his licker 



NOTHIN' new in the way of topics bein' started, 
Boggs goes slowly an* reluctantly over to 
Sandy ag'in. When he's gone, we-all subsides 
into quietood. 

"The silence final grows irksome, an' Cherokee gets 
to expandin' concernin' sperit-rappin's, table-tippin', and 
sim'lar cantrips, all onexplan'ble. 

"'At that/ says Cherokee, an' his manner is sech as 
to throw doubt on his words, *I don't attriboote them 
pheenomenons to occult inflooences none. But what 
I do know is that when old Two-p'ar Blakely he's 
called Two-p'ar that a-way from a habit he has of raisin' 
before the draw when possessed of two-p'ars loses his 
last chip ag'inst Crawford's bank in Vegas, an' falls 
dead across the lay-out, somethin' not in the game gives 
the table sech a thump the deal-box jumps a foot, an* 
every stack in the check-rack goes crashin' to the floor.' 
"These yere reminescences leaves us so spraddled out 
in sperit, that when Black Jack behind the bar drops a 
glass, every gent springs to his feet, an' Rucker falls 
plumb off the candle box he's usin' as a seat. 

"Whatever's the good, Cherokee,' exclaims Texas 
Thompson, who's been harrowed excessive by them 



particulars touchin' Two-p'ar Blakely "whatever's the 
good of bringin' up sech fool mem'ries? It's enough to 
curdle folks!' 

"'Which if it's any more curdlin',' returns Cherokee, 
plenty testy, 'than that mirac'lous cow you encounters 
on the Canadian, I asks you to p'int out in what respecks.' 

"Before Texas can reply, a turrible eevent takes place. 
We're grouped about on the platform in front of the Red 
Light at the time, an' it's sech a combination of the fright 
ful an' the abrupt it simply congeals us where we be. 
Talk of pans of milk from top shelves! Sech catastro- 
phies is slow an' gyarded in their approach, an' can be 
seen comin' for months, compar'd to what ensoos. 

"At that, if we has Doc Peets among us, I always 
figgers we'd have come through onscathed. Peets, as 
I mentions once or twice perhaps, is the best eddicated 
gent between the Colorado an* the Rio Grande; an', 
when mysteries commence to thicken an* you-all go 
gropin' 'round for eloocidations, thar's nothin' like havin' 
a eddicated scientist at your elbow to appeal to with your 
troubles. But Peets is miles distant at the Box-D, an* 
we're left in our he'pless darkened way to face our doom 

"Jest as Cherokee grows peevish with Texas, like I re 
lates, we hears a horrifyin' crash .from t'other side of the 
street, an' next thar's Boggs hurlin' himse'f, without the 
slightest reference to how he's goin' to 'light, from the 
window of Sandy's lean-to. It checks our breath, an' 
throws our hearts back on their haunches! The shock 
is multiplied when, with not a moment to s'par' between 



'em, a white, ghastly flutterin' ghost-thing throws itse'f 
from the same window, an* swoops shriekin' down on 
top of Boggs. Not that it captures Boggs; before it 
more'n gets to touch him, he's up an* off like a scared 
wolf. Also, the howls he eemits as he flies, would have 
drove wolves to sooicide. 

" When Boggs takes to flight, the white ghostly thing is 
not to be shook from its purpose. With a screech, the 
frightful equal of Boggs's best, it lines out on his trail, 
not the length of a lariat behind. 

"Thar's nothin' we-all can do but stand thar frozen, 
our veins ice, hopin' all we know for Boggs. Troo, Jack 
Moore, who as kettle tender for the stranglers feels like 
affairs is up to him offishul, does pull his gun. But 
whatever good is guns at sech eepocks ? 

"The night is bright moonlight, an* moonlight in 
Arizona is better than sunlight in a fog-obscured East. 
Bein' almost as bright as noon, the dimmest eye among 
us has no trouble in keepin' tabs on the awful chase. 
Boggs splits the air like an alarmed comet, the white 
flutterin' specter-thing at his heels, an' both sendin' 
forth yell for yell to make you creep. The whole hid- 
jeous spectacle don't consoome a minute. Boggs, evolv- 
in' a screech for every jump, heads out onto the plains, 
the ghost-thing splittin' even on jumps an' screeches 
hangin' to his r'ar like he owes him money. 

"When they've run mebby half a mile, Boggs veers 
to the left, an', comin' 'round on a broad curve, re-makes 
frenzied tracks for camp. Before we-all can even think, 
let alone arrange for their reception, pursooer an' pur- 



sooed, the ghost-thing an* Boggs, is t'arin' down upon us 
like the breath of destiny. Which we never moves! 
We're rooted to the spot, our quakin' moccasins glued in 
terror to the floor! On they comes; Boggs holdin' his 

"Now dawns the end. Jest as Boggs is flashin' by 
the Red Light, a howl of despair in his throat, he stumbles 
an* falls. Tharupon the flutterin' ghost-thing trips over 
him, an* rolls twenty feet beyond. 

" The ghost-thing spreads itse'f out flat when it stops, 
right where the light from the Red Light windows falls 
all across it. With that the scales falls from our eyes. 

"'I'm a Mexican/ exclaims Tutt, 'if it ain't that 
reedic'lous one-spoon bakin'-powder sport!' 

"Not a word is uttered as every one collects a deep 
breath. Tutt calls the turn; the specter, who's been 
swingin' an' rattlin' so deemoniac with pore Boggs, is 
none other than that same one-spoon boarder, who's, 
earlier in the evenin', been pesterin' 'round Rucker. 
Rucker himse'f is the last to learn the news, seein' he's 
down on his knees, repeatin' ' Now I lay me ' to beat four 
of a kind, when Tutt solves the specter's identity. 

"Boggs, gaspin' an' speechless, eyes rollin', fingers 
clutchin', is he'ped to a cha'r, an* licker administered. 
That done, we grapples onto the one-spoon person, an' 
sets him on his two feet. 

"It's then that Tucson Jennie, Faro Nell an' Missis 
Rucker comes chargin' up on the lope; an', since the one- 
spoon person is but lightly arrayed, bein' caparisoned for 
slumber that a-way, we wrops him in a hoss-blanket 



so as to save 'em all we can. Shore, thar's no standin' 
'em off, not even with a Winchester, they're that inquis'- 
tive! You know what ladies be; speshully in moments 
of thrillin' excitement, crowded full with ontoward 
eevents ? 

"Enright, who all through comes the nearest to re- 
tainin' his aplomb, begins to put questions. 

" ' Which I asks your forbearance,' says the one-spoon 
person, replyin' to Enright he's got Boggs skinned in the 
matter of comin' 'round. 'As soon as ever I re-organizes 
my frazzled .faculties, I'll shore explain the best I can. 
When, at the behests of yonder viper ' yere he p'ints at 
Rucker, shakin' an' shiverin' about the suburbs of the 
group 'who's onfit to run a boardin' house for rattle 
snakes, an' whom I intends to fully immolate so soon as 
my strength returns, when, I say, at the behests of that 
viper, I leaves you-all an' goes lookin' for a couch, I 
follows his croode directions to the letter. I takes a 
candle, climbs the stair, an' thar at the stair-head, like 
he says, I sees a open door. Which it's the door to the 
room from the window whereof you so lately beholds me 
come soarin'; an' to which I shall refoose to return, 
though as a consequence I sleeps in the street. The door 
bein' open, I enters. Thar's a candle burnin' on the 
table by the window, where also reposes a fiddle-box.' 

'" Which Dan,' breaks in Texas Thompson, 'insists 
on takin' the fiddle with him, allowin' it'll please Sandy 
a heap, should he be hoverin' near.' 

' ' Down at the far end of the apartment,' goes on the 
one-spoon person, 'I makes out a gent in bed. I takes 



him for the individyooal who belongs with the fiddle- 
box. Of course, I wasn't brought up two-in-a-bed at 
home; but I ain't met with no sech gracious reception, 
since I've been squanderin' about in Arizona, as to en 
courage me in makin' any kicks. So I keeps mighty 
quiet, makin' up my mind to tolerate the fiddle 
party. I lays aside my raiment, an' takes up a place on 
the extreme outside edge of the couch, so's not to dis 
turb the troobadour. I blows out my own candle, leavin' 
t'other gutterin' away like I finds it. That's another 
lesson I learns early in these yere regions, which is never 
to disturb local conditions. Wharfore, I lets the orig'nal 
light burn on.' 

"'Which you ain't no such dullard as you looks!' 
interjecks Tutt, aimin' to reasshore the one-spoon person, 
who continyoos to be some tremyoolous. 

"'Bern* weary of the world/ goes on the latter, 'I 
falls asleep plenty prompt. When I rouses, which is 
most likely within a few minutes, I'm some smitten of 
wonder at a party settin' by the table, fondlin' the fiddle- 
box. " Whatever is he after ? " I asks myse'f . " Shorely 
he can't think of stakin* out a claim on a room as 
to which two of us has already took out papers!" Roo- 
minatin* thus, I r'ars up on my elbow to begin a conver 
sation. The same, when begun, is broke off at the first 
word, by the gent I'm addressin' divin' head-first through 
the window, carryin' sash an* all.' 

"Onder the circumstances, I should say as much!' 
ejaculates Jack Moore, who's drinkin' in every word. 
"Gents, the rest though fear-inspirin' an' painful 


shouldn't take long. As the party by the table makes 
that onlooked for header through the window, I starts to 
wake up the troobadour to collect his views on what's 
took place. I needn't dilate; suffice it that I go through 
the window a moment later, plumb greedy for the trip. 
The rest you know; an' now, if some Samaritan'll 
organize a rescoo expedition to go an' fetch my clothes, 
I'll be deeply thankful/ 

"'What you've said,' remarks Enright, 'is a heap clar'- 
fyin'; but you don't furnish s'fficient reason for huntin' 
an' harrassin' our inoffensive townsman up an' down 
the face of nacher, an' scarin' him to death.' 

"'Believe me,' says the one-spoon person, 'I keenly 
realizes it's thar my deefence is weak. Thar's no reason 
which I can assign for pursooin* your friend, except 
that when I hits the ground my feelin's is in a toomult, 
an' the sight of him, runnin' an' racin' an' yellin', fac'n- 
ates me into givin' forth kindred yells of sympathy an' 
followin' his lead. I suppose I nacherally ups an' 
chases him a whole lot for luck. Also, permit me to 
remark that the route he seelects incloodes vegetation of 
both a cactus an' a mesquite order, an' it looks now in 
consequence me bein' b'arfoot that a-way like my 
expense account ag'inst the One-Spoon Bakin' Powder 
Company'll have to carry a hoss an' wagon from now 
till further notice.' 

"Thar's nothin' more to relate," concluded the old 
gentleman. "The most gallin' feachure is when a band 
of Red Dog scorners comes troopin' up, spurs jinglin', 
leathers creakin', sayin' from our screams they takes it 

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we're bein' skelped by Injuns, an' has come to give us 
their protection. Boggs? It takes weeks, an' no end 
of drugs, an' two of us standin' watch an' watch by his 
blankets; but in the end we brings him back to health. 
He's plumb patient, an* declar's that no one's to blame 
but himse'f. 

"' Gents,' he says, * sooperstition is my weakness the 
one weakness in a constitootion otherwise without a 
flaw.' Then, alloodin' to a long-ago sport that Peets was 
tellin' of one evenin' : ' Ghosts is my Achilles' heel, gents. 
That's whatever, they're my Achilles' heel!" 



NEVER but once is Old Man Enright floored," 
observed my gray raconteur reminiscently; 
"that is floored through one of them masterly 
manoovers, by which a gent goes round another gent's 
flank an' crawls his hump strategic. An' yet I don't 
aim to be onderstood none as sayin' that Enright never 
is up ag'inst it. Which of course he ain't no more up 
holstered to make aces-up beat three-of-a-kind than you 
or me, an' when brought to bay by sech barriers of nacher 
he, like other folks, is shore obleeged to lay down. What 
I'm tryin' to say is that, where it's a case of savey an' 
seein' your way through, Enright never gets downed but 

"It's Cotton wood Wasson who performs this mir'cle. 
An' what contreebutes, speshul, to the strangeness of the 
play is that this Cottonwood person is nothin' more'n a 
yooth a callow yooth camped on the sunrise side of 
twenty. Enright, as ag'inst this yere callowness of 
Cottonwood's, shows three times the years. I never 
counts the rings on his horns, personal, holdin' it bad 
manners to go projectin' about locatin' another gent's age, 
but it's safe to say he's sixty. Now thar's a heap of 
experience comin' to a gent in sixty years a heap of 



cattle to travel the trail an' for him, with all he's seen an* 
met an* coped with, to be took out of the saddle by a child, 
is strange to the p'int of crowdin' the yoonique. Enright 
says himse'f that, on the hocks of it, his conceit goes to 
bed sick for a week. The deevice, too, which overcomes 
him is as simple as seven-up an* something like it 
after Cherokee explains. It lets Cotton wood out though; 
an* fools Enright to a frazzle fools him likewise in 
his offishul c'pacity as chief of the stranglers, which is 
drawin' the cinch plenty tight." 

The old gentleman made a profound pause, and for 
got everything else apparently while he filled his pipe. 
I was too well taught to put a question, or break out in 
comment. He would back away from either like a pony 
at sight of a bridle. Therefore, I puffed at my cigar in 
silence. My wary forbearance went not without results. 
Pipe lighted, grizzled head in a cloud of smoke through 
which his fine if wrinkled features gleamed out upon me 
as through a fog, he again took up the thread of narra 

"This Cotton wood Wasson," he continued in a musing 
way, "don't live in Wolfville. For that matter I ain't 
none shore he reesides anywhere. My idee is that he 
passes his shallow days cavortin' round permiscus, now 
in Wolfville, now in Red Dog or Tucson or Colton or 
Lordsburg, or mebby even Silver City. Which he is 
certainly the restlessest party whoever onbosoms him- 
se'f in whoops, an' it looks like his natif element is too- 
mult. Not that he's hostile, or prone to lock horns with 
peaceful folks an* paw for trouble, but his common gait 



is to go chargin' up an* down the street, between drinks, 
spurrin' his mustange to a frenzy of buckin', meanwhile 
slammin' away with his six-shooter at tin tomatter cans, 
an* empty beer bottles, an' sim'lar obsolete truck. 

"But Cotton wood never shoots at no people. That 
is, never onless you insists on countin* a Chinaman, 
which Wolfville is too conservative to do. What! 
Chinamen is folks ? Not in the eddicated estimation of 
Arizona, son! His merely bein' willin' to work can't be 
permitted to pedestal him as part of an American pop'la- 
tion. If that's argyment, we'll be lettin' mules an' 
Mexicans vote before we quit. 

"No; Cottonwood don't bump off this opium slave 
complete. He's only tryin' a snap-shot at his cue at the 
time, an' perhaps his hand shakes, or the chink makes a 
fool move or something, an' the bullet sort o' burns his 
neck. Which you might have been jestified in thinkin* 
he's beefed, however, from the yells he turns loose. They 
even hears 'em in Red Dog, an' lets on later to some 
teamsters from Tucson that they allows it's one of us 
sech is the envy wherewith them cheap Red Dog out 
casts regyards Wolfville an' its citizens. 

"Boggs at the time insists that measures should be 
took with Cottonwood. He even stirs up Enright, who 
tries to smooth him out. 

"It's only the exyooberance of boyhood,' says En- 
right. 'An' you was a boy once, yourse'f, Dan.' Which 
Enright is plumb forbearin' that-a-way with the young. 

"'Jest the same,' argues Boggs, 'I holds it's up to you, 
as chief of the vig'lance committee, to mark out a res- 
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ervation for this headlong Cottonwood. Have lariats an* 
windmills no purpose? Is the stranglers a joke? Is 
that forum of jestice conceived in a sperit of mirth?' 

"'No/ says Enright, some emphatic, 'it ain't. But 
what, I asks you as a member of the committee, do you 
desire to do? As yet we have no calaboose, though 
plans is bein' formyoolated an* that capstone to civiliza 
tion is on its way. Pendin' said calaboose, however, 
what would you su'gest ? I shorely trusts you ain't that 
inhooman as to advise a rope for a boy in his teens. An* 
for nothin' more heenous than crackin' off his 45!' 

"'But he disturbs my peace,' urges Boggs petyoo- 
lantly. 'I tells you he gives me indigestion. I'm gettin' 
along into middle years, an' my stomach ain't what it was; 
but if ever Doc Peets tells me that the way I feels is doo, 
primar'ly, to them lone-hand fest'vals which this yere 
Cottonwood engages in, I'll wear out my six-shooter on 
his empty head. Which I'll shore buffalo that young 
merry-maker into a more mod'rate frame, or my 
name ain't Boggs. I don't hunger to win fame as the 
Wolfville Herod, an' slaughter children; I'm no one to 
imbroo my hands in the blood of babes an' sucklin's; 
but thar's exceptions to every roole, hoomane or other 

"Boggs goes pacin' up an' down the Red Light as he 
makes these fulminations, while Enright sits benign an' 
comfortably placid. We're all that used to Boggs' 
peevishness, him bein' by nacher nervous to the verge of 
emotional, no one pays much heed. But at that, Cotton- 
wood don't escape without rebooke; for jest as Boggs 



ceases, who should come plungin' along, but Armstrong 
from the New York Store. Like Boggs, he says that 
hobbles must be put on Cotton wood, or subsequent 
deevelopments may come off in the smoke. 

"'Which I must say/ remarks Enright after listenin' 
to Armstrong a heap disgusted, 'that thar's a powerful 
sight of tomtom playin' an' skelp dancin' about nothin'. 
Yere's a boy, possessed of them effervescent sperits 
yoosual with his time of life, runs his pony up the street, 
bangs away with his gun, an' casyooally creases a chink. 
Wharupon two fullgrown gents goes teeteerin* 'round, 
talkin' of vig'lance committees, with ropes an' wind 
mills for a finish. This yere attitoode of narrowness, 
Armstrong, don't do you an' Dan no credit. You-all 
acts as though a Chinaman is jooelry.' 

"'Chinaman!' exclaims Armstrong, full of contempt. 
'Do you reckon, I'd leave my business to bluff 'round 
about a saddle-colored serf of the orient? Which the 
warmth of your manner is explained. No; yere's the 
prop'sition: This sportive yooth is interferin' with 
trade. That Mongol is on his way to my store to spend 
money when Cottonwood opens on him. What I says 
is that sech action is inconsid'rate an' he should be taught 
to think before he shoots.' 

"Enright signs up the bar-keep to set out the licker. 

"I was shore obtoose,' he says, softly, his manner 
apol'getic, 'an' I must say I can't see how I'm so dull as 
to go followin' off the wrong wagon-track that a-way. 
You're plumb right, Armstrong. This Chinaman is 
out to buy soap or starch or blooin' or what other chem'c- 



als he employs in his suds-sloppin', when Cottonwood 
heads him off with that gun-play. Shore, I'll give him 
warnin'. A Chinaman is one thing; but commerce 
must not an' shall not be shot up/ 

" Jack Moore, at Enright's behest, brings in the eboo- 
lient Cottonwood, who seems a heap cast down. He's 
that modest it half way disarms Boggs, who whispers to 
Enright that he reckons if he counsels Cottonwood to 
practyce more reserve with that six-shooter of his, it will 
likely answer all demands. 

"'Which I adopts your view, Sam/ observes Boggs, 
surveyin' Cottonwood, who shore does look mighty 
young an' small; 'it's plain he ain't lynchin' size as yet.' 

"For all Boggs' intercessions, Enright assoomes a sour, 
forbiddin' manner. 'Cottonwood,' he says, 'I wouldn't 
if I was you bank too strong on my want of years, to go 
pressin' the limit of the public patience. We've put up 
with a sight from you; an' it's the opinion of gents, ex 
pert in sech matters, that, if you go romancin' along as 
headed, you'll onexpectedly enter upon life everlastin'. 
It's bad enough to go settin' Dan an' other sens'tive 
folks on edge with your hubbubs, but to-day you takes a 
further downward step, an' puts at deefiance the rooles 
of trade. Do you-all realize how that Chinaman, when 
you singed him, is on his way to buy things at the New 
York Store?' 

"Cottonwood protests that the idee never enters his 

"'It's then as I thought,' goes on Enright, sort o' re- 
laxin'. 'What you does is not doo to malice; but jest the 



same it's indiscrete. Now I won't tell you twice, Cotton- 
wood. Wolfville will not tol'rate interference with 
business interests. Yereafter, when moved to go burnin' 
up the scenery about a Chinaman with your gun, be 
shore it's after he makes his purchases. Now vamos, 
an* avoid footure criticism/ 

"Cotton wood is more or less conscience stricken over 
Enright's words, an' promises to mend his ways. An' to 
show his feelin's has been reely touched, an* he's tryin' 
to improve, he takes the saddle off his pony an* goes on 
foot for mebby it's three days. He's so plumb quiet, too, 
that general confidence is restored in him to sech a degree 
that Cherokee Hall, who's yeretofore barred him at 
farobank as too young an* voylent, considers reemovin' 
those disabilities an' permittin' him to buck the game 
onchecked. It's among things shore that, if Cotton- 
wood had persisted in his quietoods, he'd stood pub 
licly out of sight inside another week. 

"Boggs even says to Texas Thompson, 'It's amazin' 
how that Cottonwood boy has improved since Sam 
advises with him. It certainly does knock his horns 
off, an' no mistake.' 

"Which I figger,' returns Texas, who's more judg 
matical than Boggs, 'that the changes you rejoices over 
is the froote rather of fear than of any resolootion to lead 
a happier an' a better life. Old Sam Enright's got a 
mighty piercin' eye, an' thar's a gray gleam in it like the 
shine of a new bowie. It's calk'lated to send a thrill 
of apprehension through a wrong-doer, like the grace of 
heaven through a campmeetin', an' nacherally it daunts 



Cottonwood a whole lot. I'm yere to say I never does 
meet up with any party possessin' sech commandin' 
eyes, except my former Laredo wife. As for that lady, a 
glance of reproof from her was like bein* struck by 

"'All the same/ returns Boggs, 'I feels more lib'ral 
than you about Cottonwood. It's my belief his reform 
is sincere.' 

"'Well/ breaks in Tutt who's listenin', 'while I'll be 
proud to lose, I don't mind bettin* you a stack of reds, 
Dan, that this Cottonwood coyote cuts loose ag'in inside 
of no time/ 

"'Cuts loose?' repeats Boggs. 'To what extremes?' 

'"I'll gamble you-all he gets that egreegious the strang- 
lers comes together/ says Tutt. 

"It's a go/ says Boggs; 'although I'm driven to ree- 
mark, Dave, that your tastes for specyoolation has most 
likely betrayed you into the hole. This Cottonwood 
boy'll be as tame as tabby cats/ 

"It's the next day, while Cottonwood is loafin' about, 
solemn an' seedate, that Old Monte swings in with the 
stage. He fetches with him two tenderfeet. 

"An' they ain't got a thing but money!' says Old 
Monte, as he pitches the letter bags to the postmaster, 
an' tumbles into the street. 'I couldn't quite get 
onto their game, but the barkeep in Oriental jest 
before I pulls out of Tucson, asshores me they're yere 
to invest/ 

"The strangers pitches camp at the O. K. Restauraw, 
an' after Enright gets out of Old Monte all he's able to 



commoonicate which is plenty scanty, for the amount 
that old sot can't find out onder the most fav'rable cir 
cumstances is plumb surprisin' he an* Doc Peets goes 
squanderin' over. These yere demonstrations gets 
pop'lar anticipation all keyed up. 

"'Thar you see the two wisest sharps this side of the 
Missouri!' exclaims Dave Tutt, lookin' after Enright an* 
Peets. 'If they can't convince them millionaires of 
Arizona's footure, then it don't lay in the deck.' 

"'The same bein' my belief complete,' says Boggs, 
who's celebratin' the advent of the tenderfeet out of a 
bottle. 'You bet Enright an' Peets'll rope an' hawg-tie 
these yere capitalists, an' have 'em all spread out for 
brandin' too easy.' 

"'While we're hankerin' round the Red Light, talkin' 
it over, Enright comes back. I never sees him more 

"'Gents.' he says, takin'the bottle from Boggs, 'them 
strangers is shore auriferous. They ain't made up their 
minds what avenoos of trade they'll tread, but their fixed 
impression is they'll stay.' 

'"How strong be they?' asks Tutt. 'How big a 
bankroll do you reckon now they've got?' 

'"Which of course,' says Enright, 'I don't put the 
question none direct, havin' too much tact, but they talks 
of a hundred thousand dollars like Dan does of a round 
of drinks. I regyards their presence as eepock makin'. 
Peets is with 'em; an' if they has idees he'll expand 'em, 
an' if they has doubts he'll bed 'em down.' 

"' Shore I' says Boggs, mighty confident; ' Peets'll have 



them investors walkin' Spanish too quick. I looks on 
the play as cinched.' 

"'Speakin' general/ returns Enright, 'I must say I 
shares Dan's confidence. Still, thar's a chance. Like 
most sports from the East, oninyoored to Arizona ways, 
they're timid. They asks me partic'ler whether law is 
respected, an' do we set a valyoo on human life. It 
wouldn't do to startle 'em on them p'ints.' 

"'Valyoo hooman life!' exclaims Texas Thompson, 
some indignant. 'Whatever is them mavericks talkin' 
about? Ain't we got a vig'lance committee? Don't 
every gent pack a gun? With sech evidences like an 
open book before 'em, don't it look like we valyoos 
hooman life?' 

"'An' as for respectin' the law,' adds Boggs; 'it's a 
pity Curly Bill, or some other party on whom the game 
law's out, couldn't wander into camp right now. A 
joodicious lynchin' would be the convincin' caper! It 
would shore show 'em whether we respects the law or 
not.' " 



ENRIGHT suggests to Tutt that if Tucson Jennie 
p'rades the street leadin' little Enright Peets 
Tutt, it would give the camp a quiet domestic 

"'The sight of sech a child as Enright Peets/ he says, 
'couldn't fail to nootralize any roughness; that done I'd 
look on victory as secure. Also some gent ought to prance 
over, an' pass the word to Missis Rucker not to tyrranize 
over pore Rucker too open in the presence of our visitors. 
But on second thought it would hurt her feelin's an' lead 
to onpleasant sequels; so mebby it's as well to pass it up.' 
"It's yere Doc Peets comes weavin' in, smilin' wide an* 
complacent. 'It's all right, Sam,' says Peets, addressin' 
Enright; 'I left 'em gettin' ready for chuck. It don't do 
to talk to 'em too much at the jump; they might think 
the camp has designs.' 

"'Right you be, Doc,' breaks in Texas. 'Capital 
ists that a-way is like antelopes; the way to hunt 'em is 
to sit still.' 

"An* Missis Rucker?' urges Enright, sort o' anxious. 

1 ' Which May mornin's is harsh to her,' returns Peets. 

'She's got Rucker out in the kitchen, slicin' salt-boss an' 

openin' air-tights, an' is preparin' to deal them guests 

the gastronimic game of the year. Also her attitoode 



towards Rucker is one of peace an' gentleness; they're 
gettin' along as congenial as so much milk an' honey.' 

"Enright heaves a sigh, lights a seegyar, an' leans 
back like one who sees triumph on its windin' way. He 
beams round on the boys, an' says: 

"'Bein' no one to count my chickens prematoor, I've 
reef rained from any prophetic bluffs. But after hearin' 
from the Doc, I'm yere to say we've got the sityooation 
treed an' out on a limb. These cap'talists is ours.' 

"It's now, when hope is highest, thar comes a yell that 
sounds like an Injun outbreak, an' a pony goes flashin' 
up the street as though he's shot out of a gun. Every 
gent looks up, Enright some disturbed. 

"'Now what onmuzzled Siwash is that?' he asks, an' 
his tones is plenty ferocious. 'Who is it goes promotin' 
uproar at a crisis like this?' 

"'It's that exasperatin' Cottonwood,' replies Boggs. 
'He's loose ag'in, an' organizin' to stand the town on its 

"Jack,' says Enright, wheelin' short an' fierce on 
Jack Moore, 'go bend a gun over his locoed pate. 
He'll throw down all our plans!' 

"Before Jack can get to Cottonwood, the worst 
possible occurs. The two cap'talists, on hearin' the 
whoops, nacherally comes to the O. K. door to see what's 
up. One of 'em, who's got on a plug hat, is speshul in 
terested. As Cottonwood sails by, w'irlin' his six-shooter 
on his finger, the plug hat stranger seems to go into a 
trance of admiration, perceivin' which Cottonwood yanks 
his pony up short, an' surveys him plenty disdainful. 



"'Whoever licensed you to wear sech a warbonnet as 
that?' demands Cottonwood, dictatin' at the plug hat 
with his gun. ' Don't you-all know it's ag'in the rooles 
of our set ? ' 

"'Whatever be you talkin' about!' exclaims the plug 
hat party, plumb took aback. 

"'Do you-all reckon,' goes on Cottonwood, disre- 
gyardin' the question, 'that we're sech prairie dogs as to 
let a schemin' shorthorn go onderminin' us with his de- 
boshed plug hat? If so, why was Bunker Hill an' 
wharfore Yorktown ? Unless I nips this plug hat move 
ment in the bud, you'll be playin' a w'ite shirt on us 

"Before the astonished tenderfoot can say a word, 
Cottonwood whips off the plug hat an* claps it on the 
muzzle of his gun. This done, he begins shakin' the 
loads out of his weepon same as if it's a bunch of crackers. 
He shorely does make a colander of that headgear! Jest 
as he's fetched loose the last shot, Jack Moore snatches 
him from the saddle like he's a sack of flour. 

"Whatever's the row now?' demands Cottonwood. 
' Do the ordinances of this yere puerile outfit extend to the 
protection of plug hats? If they do, I quit you right 

c ' You'd better keep your feelin's hobbled/ says Jack, 
'ontil you see Old Man Enright. An', as for quittin' 
Wolfville, the chances are that, when he gets done with 
you, you'll deecide to stay yere till the final trump.' 

" Which I never did see two tenderfeet so yoonanimous 
for goin' back before! In no time after Cottonwood 



ventilates that plug hat, they're orderin' speshul buck- 
boards from the corral, an' gettin' packed to pull their 
freight. They allows they've been imposed on by the 
barkeep at the Oriental over in Tucson, he havin' de 
scribed Wolfville as bein' as quiet as a church. 

"He sends us like lambs to the slaughter!' they says; 
' an', once we're back, we'll onf url to him our views con- 
cernin' the lies he tells.' 

"Shore! Enright talks, an' Peets talks; but what's 
the use? They tries to make these yere visitors see 
things in their troo light, an' that it's only Cottonwood's 
way of bein' sociable. They even offers to hang Cotton- 
wood, if the ceremony will promote a better onderstandin'. 
It's of no avail; after that gun play any gent who says 
' Wolfville' to them cap'talists is barkin' at a knot. They 
simply won't have it! An' so, when the buckboard 
is ready, they goes tearin' off to the north, a hand 
kerchief over the plug-hat party's skelp, the plug hat 
in his lap. He allows he'll take it East, to show what 
Arizona really is. 

"I reckon, Tutt/ says Boggs a heap moody, 'I 
owes you a red stack. I'll consider the money well in 
vested if it results in my seein' that miserable Cotton- 
wood's moccasins ten feet in the air.' 

"Enright calls the committee together in the New 
York Store, though he states that the session is informal. 

"It's only intended to consider,' says he, 'in what 
manner we can best get this Cottonwood killed, with 
least disgrace to ourselves.' 

"Whatever have I done?' demands Cottonwood, 


some querulous, as Jack Moore brings him before 
Enright an* the rest of us by the scruff of his neck. 
' Whatever have I done now ? ' 

"'What have you-all done?' repeats Enright, between 
rage an' disgust. 'You aims a blow at our prospects. 
Which you shows yourse'f a menace. An' you with 
half your milk-teeth yet! It's astonishin'! Cotton wood, 
if you was at years of discretion, thar wouldn't have 
been no pesterin' round with committee meetings. I'd 
have had Dan, or Texas, or Jack yere, s'anter to the 
door with a Winchester, an' solve the trouble by shootin' 
you all up. Now answer me: What made you go 
swoopin' at that cap'talist ? ' 

"'Cap'talist!' says Cotton wood. 'However do I 
savey he's a cap'talist ? " Yere's a short horn," thinks I, 
"an' the camp plumb dead! I'll about jump in, liven 
things up a whole lot, an' give him a good impression." 
That's why I throws myse'f loose like I do.' 

"An' do you allow,' returns Enright, savage an' 
sarkastic, ' that to burn up the causeway with your pony, 
make a pinwheel of your six-shooter, an' finish off by 
shootin' a gent's only hat full of holes, is doo to make a 
good impression ? Is that your idee of invitin' the con 
fidence of a stranger?' 

"After waitin' a while, an' Cotton wood makin' no 
reply, Enright goes on. 

' ' I can't get over the notion that you're more eediotic 
than crim'nal. An' yet that don't let us in or out, but 
leaves us sort o' straddle of a log. Which I confesses, 
not without shame, that I'm nonplussed. Yere you go 



stampedin' them capitalists said conduct bein' a bet 
which no se'f-respectin' commoonity can overlook! An' 
yet thar's no jail to put you in! Besides, in that school 
of joorisproodence wharin I was reared, it's allers been 
held that when you've got a paTty you ought to lock up, 
you've got one you ought to kill. Cottonwood, I can't 
see nothin' for it but hang. Troo, you ain't bumped off 
no one; but, as reads the Constitootion, we're jestified 
in sending you over the divide onder the gen'ral welfare 
clause of that instrooment. That's my view; what do 
you say, Doc?' 

"'Which I'm lost in the same neck of woods with 
yourse'f / says Peets. ' I asks myse'f what else is thar to 

"Enright beats on the table, an' looks about. 'Has 
any gent a su'gestion ? ' he asks. Thar bein' no response, 
he turns again to Cottonwood, who stands round-eyed 
an' amazed like a young ground owl. 'Have you any 
thing to offer before an outraged public uses you whar- 
with to dec'rate the wind-mill ? As I states, we regrets 
this finish, but you forced our hands yourse'f. As for 
me, personal, I've stood between you an' pop'lar clamor 
all I will. If you've anything to say, speak out; an' 
while he's talkin', Jack, you might as well go for a lariat.' 

"The locoed Cottonwood begins to take an interest. 
' See yere,' he says, an' his manner is a heap plausible an' 
wheedlin'. 'You-all gents don't want to hang me. 
An', between us, thar's reasons private to me personal 
why I don't want to be hanged none. At least you-all 
ought to give a gent a show-down. I'll tell you what: 



I'll nacherally cut the kyards to see whether I hang or go 
free ? Or, if you objects to kyards, I'll throw the dice 
first flash out of the box?' 

"Enright, doorin' these proffers, is regyardin' Cotton- 
wood doobious an' oncertain, like he can't make up his 

"' Or say/ goes on Cotton wood; 'I'll take a chance on 
this? You throw three dice; an' I'll agree to tell you, 
before you roll 'em, what number you'll throw, addin' 
spots on top to spots on the bottom. If I fail I hang.' 

"Enright at this looks at Cottonwood commiseratin'ly; 
then he speaks low to Peets. 'This boy is out of his 
head, Doc,' he says. 'The fright has onsettled his in 

"I'm not so shore,' says Peets. 'Which I'm afraid, 
I don't share your belief in him bein' upset mental. 
I figger he's got an ace buried. Still, since I'm mighty 
averse to stringin' up a yearlin', partic'lar when no life 
has been took, I shorely trusts he has. My su'gestion 
is to call his bluff.' 

"'Do I onderstand,' says Enright, ag'in addressin' the 
guileful Cottonwood, 'that I'm to throw three dice; an* 
that you agrees to say before the throw, jest what the 
spots on top plus the spots next the table will count up ? ' 
"Preezackly/ returns Cottonwood, beginnin' to cheer 
up. 'If I fall down, it's a case of bring on the rope an* 
lead the march to the windmill. Failin' of a shore thing 
like this, I shore ought to have no further care to live.' 

"'Pore boy!' sighs Enright. Then, turnin' to Boggs: 
'Dan, go over to the Red Light, an' fetch the dice.' 



"Enright shakes the three dice, while Jack Moore, 
who's got back from the corral, takes his stand at Cotton- 
wood's elbow, the lariat over his arm. Enright raises 
his hand, makin' ready to throw. At that, Cottonwood 
shets his foxy eyes, pretendin' to think. 

"'Which, top plus bottom/ he says, 'you'll throw 

"Enright sends the dice rattlin' along the table, while 
we-all crowds about. The dice show 'six-two-four' 
twelve in all. We turns 'em over one by one, an' the 
bottoms shows 'one-five-three', bein' nine. 

"'Thar you be!' cries Cottonwood, some exultant; 
'twelve on top an' nine on the bottom, the same bein' 
twenty-one. I win.' 

"'You win,' says Enright, an' he says it like a load is 
off his mind. Then he raises his hand, mighty impres 
sive. 'One word Cottonwood, an' Wolfville is through 
with you, onless by some renooed breaks you reopens the 
game. By first drink time to-morry, you line out for 
Tucson. An' don't you come projectin' round this 
outfit no more, onless we gives you speshul leave. Which 
I'd run you out this evenin', only I'm afraid you'd track 
up on them fleein' short-horns, an' reecommence your 

"Cottonwood moves for the door without a word, for 
he's no sech fool as to go tamperin' with his luck by givin' 
vent to ontimely or ill-considered oratory. He's got the 
sense to let well enough alone, an' don't aim to go talkin' 
himse'f into new or deeper holes. When he's gone, 
Enright looks at Peets a heap puzzled, an' asks: 



"'However do you reckon he does it, Doc?' 

"Peets waves his hand like the play baffles him entire, 
an* appeals to Cherokee Hall, who's been watchin' them 
final proceedings with a half grin in the corners of his 
mouth, like he's amused. 

"'What is it, Cherokee, that boy does to us?' asks 
Peets. 'He's had us ag'inst some deadfall or other, but 
what is it?' 

"'Why,' returns Cherokee, pickin' up the dice, 'it's 
as obvious as old John Chisholm's Fence-Rail brand. 
That Cottonwood simply hands you the old snap of 
Top-an'-Bottom in a new guise. An' I must concede 
that you falls for it like a bevy of farmers.' 

" ' Explain,' says Enright, who's sheepish to be took in 
by a child. ' You says "Top-an'-Bottom ; " but you don't 
eloocidate. Yere I am with three dice in my hand, an' 
Cottonwood says "twenty-one." I throws; an' it is 
twenty-one. Now however does he know ? ' 

"How does he know?' repeats Cherokee, in smilin' 
tol'ration of Enright's ignorance. 'He knows, because 
it can't come anything else. If you was to throw these 
yere dice a thousand times, it would every trip come 
twenty-one. See yere!' an' Cherokee takes one of the 
dice between thumb an' finger. 'When dice is made, 
they puts the six opposite the ace, the doose opposite the 
five, the four opposite the trey. No matter how they 
roll or what comes up, the top an' bottom of each counts 
seven. Savey ? Which bein' troo, throwin' three dice 
that a-way, the tops an' bottoms make three sevens 

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"In Enright's face chagrin an* knowledge is makin' an 
even struggle of it. After a bit he says, 'You've re 
counted, Cherokee, certain dice pecooliarities which 
hitherto evades my notice, me bein' otherwise engaged. 
It all shows the wisdom of possessin' a professional kyard 
sharp, as a yoonit of the body politic. Still/ he goes on, 
some reproachful, 'when you sees him settin' this trap, 
why don't you give us warnin' ? ' 

"'Which I would/ returns Cherokee, 'if the stakes is 
of real valyoo. But thar you be, only playin' for the 
life of that Cottonwood, an' I sees no call.' 

"'To think, Doc/ says Enright, kind o' pensive, as 
we-all go wanderin' back to the Red Light 'to think 
of me bein' let in by a babe in arms! An' yet I foretells 
a brilliant c'reer for Cottonwood. That boy ought to 
be in Congress right now! Bar-keep' makin' a sign to 
Black Jack 'the reestoratives is on me.'" 



THIS yere" observed the old gentleman one even 
ing when the talk had wandered to the rival 
town of Red Dog "this yere I has in mind, 
is an occasion when Red Dog, as a yoonit, scornin' the 
narrow sperit of commoonal rivalry, triumphin' over 
prejewdices still more narrow, flocks at the call of hoo- 
manity to the Wolfville rescoo. Which it's one of them 
grand eepisodes that redeems a gent's dwindlin' faith in 
his kind, an' teaches him, with that wise old longhorn 
who writ the dramys, how a tech of nacher makes the 
whole world kin. To be shore, as the final kyards 
comes slippin' from the box, we never does need Red 
Dog's aid at all ; none whatever ! But that mustn't serve 
to shift the play. Red Dog takes her p'sition, what Doc 
Peets calls honey fides, an' you-all can gamble your guns, 
an' throw in belt an' cartridges for lanniyap, Wolfville 
yields that hamlet grateful credit. 

"The beginnin' is one evenin', when a passel of us is 
hibernatin' about the Red Light, playin' a little bank 
ag'in Cherokee, more as a excoose for livin* than from 
any lust of gain. While we're thus dawdlin' along, Peets 
drifts up from the post-office, with a letter for Texas 



"'Looks like some lady's openin' a correspondence 
with you, Texas/ he says, tossin' the missive on the lay 

"Thar it is, plain as paint, in fine h'ar-line writing 
'John Thompson, Esq., Wolfville, Arizona.' Right 
yere let me cut in with the p'inter that, while Texas is 
'Texas' to us, his legitimate brand is 'John.' 

"When the letter hits the cloth, Texas draws back 
same as if it's a rattlesnake. Thar befalls a silence, 
doorin' which Cherokee turns his box up, showin' play 
for the nonce has ceased. 

"At last, Texas gets his voice: 'It's shore she- 
writin'!' says he, kind o' gulpin'. 'Gents, I saveys 
by the feelin' that I'm up ag'inst the awful! It's as 
though that envelope harbors a trant'ler! You open 
her, Doc/ he concloodes, appealin' to Peets. 

"While we-all sets back in suspense, Peets t'ars the 
letter open, an' reads as follows as near as I recalls: 

'Dallas, Joone 6. 
' Deer husband : 

' How can you be so crooel ? Thar's 
no use of you longer hidin' out; I gets your present 
wharabouts straight, from a sure source who sees you 
face to face. Oh, that it should be granted a miscreent 
sech as you to break a heart like mine! Onless I hears 
from you in a fortnight after you receives this com- 
moonication, I'll shore come where you be in person. 
' From your illyoosed but devoted wife 

' J. Thompson.' 

"While Peets is readin', Texas sets thar never battin' 
a eye nor waggin' a y'ear. He don't speak for more'n 



a minute; it's as if he's thunder-struck. At last he 
begins whisperin' to himself. 

"'Illyoosed wife! J. Thompson!' he says. 'An* my 
old time wife's name is Jane!' 

"Cherokee picks up the letter. Then, tryin' to hand 
Texas some encouragement, he remarks: 

"'This yere's spoorious! It's from Dallas; Texas's 
former wife has her home-camp in Laredo/ 

"'Not necessar'ly,' returns Texas, his voice thick an' 
husky, an' him makin' a motion with his hand same as 
if he's wavin' aside false hopes; 'not necessar'ly, Cherokee. 
It'ud be about her style to go troopin' off to Dallas, that 
a- way, as more fashionable.' 

"'Which I don't see no room for argyooment,' breaks 
in Enright. 'Thar's the hand-writ, Texas. Cast your 
optics onto it, an' see if it's genyooine. You shorely 
knows the lady's signachoor. 

" ' Which I wouldn't bet a chip on me knowin' nothin'! ' 
exclaims Texas, his feachoors workin' desp'rate. 'Me 
an' she never carries on no voloom'nous correspondence; 
an' I couldn't tell her handwritin' from quail tracks. 
But thar's a sensation yere, gents' an' Texas thumps 
his breast 'like a icicle through my heart, which tells 
me said missive's on the level.' 

"But I don't savey!' returns Enright, waxin' argyoo- 
mentative. 'You regales us freequent with alloosions 
to a divorce. This yere correspondent incrim'nates 
you as her lawful husband?' 

"Jest the same,' protests Texas, 'she gets that divorce 
all right, an' is reestored to her maiden name an' all my 



cattle. She auctions off the bovines, an' wins out sev- 
'ral bags of doubloons onder the pretext of alimony. 
I ain't on to this present racket more'n you be, Sam; 
but it's obv'ous she's got some new trick up her sleeve.' 

"'Mebby', says Boggs, 'this yere lady's gone broke 
ag'in feathers an' furbelows, an' she's out to bushwhack 
round an' extort more riches from Texas.' 

"'I trusts it ain't no worse,' groans Texas. 'Still, 
it'ud be more her size, on findin' me free an' havin' a 
good time, to rope me up an' drag me back into them 
marital bonds.' Then, castin' a implorin' glance at 
Enright, 'You'll stand by me, Sam you an' the boys? 
You won't let me be took without a effort?' 

"'If it was ag'in men, yes,' returns Enright, whose 
sympathies is all worked up; 'an' though they comes a 
armed host! But however, Texas, be we goin' to shield 
you from a lady? Which the mere thought leaves me 
weak as water!' 

"'That settles it!' says Texas, whose cheek while 
Enright talks turns pale as paper; 'thar's no hope, 
then! Gents, I forgives both my friends an' my enemies, 
an' accepts all blame to myse'f. Moreover, I has my 
refooge. Sooicide is still within my reach, an' no sport 
who owns a Colt's-45 can be regyarded as without a 
friend. In matrimony, as in fightin' Injuns, the word 
should ever be: "Save your last shot for yourse'f." 

"'Texas, Peets breaks forth, plumb enraged, 'you 
talks like a prattlin' child! Let's meet this involvement 
clean-strain! Why not face that sooperfluous spouse, 
an' remind her you're a free, divorced, American citizen ? ' 



'"Doc/ replies Texas, impatient an* queryoolous, 
'sech bluffs is puerile. You ain't got no conception of 
this lady. If she decides to reclaim me, that Laredo 
divorce won't hold her more'n a cobweb would a cow. 
You knows Abilene's wife?' Peets begins to twitch 
some about the mouth, an* look faded an' oneasy 
'Abilene's wife is cup-custard an' charlotte roose to this 
yere one-time he'pmeet of mine!' 

"Enright sighs. 'Doc,' he says, shakin' his gray 
sagacious head, 'this 'llustrates what I tells you t'other 
evenin'. We're too much civilized. The male of our 
species lapses into a handless slave, oncap'ble of his own 
domestic defence, when he eelim'nates the club from his 
household economy. Since then he's been plumb power 
less to preeserve the fam'ly peace.' 

"'None the less,' retorts Peets, 'it befits us, as sports 
of sperit, to consider means for Texas's succor. I 
for one shall not surrender him without a struggle. This 
yere's no child's play an' I fears we're up ag'inst the 
prop'sition of our c'rreers; for all that we mustn't 

"By this, havin' recovered some from the first nerve- 
stampede indooced by Texas' peril, we-all falls to a dis 
cussion of what's best to be done. At the outset, Texas 
raises his shakin' hand to be heard. 

"'Gents,' says he, 'let me onbosom myse'f on one 
more p'int. You may deem me reecreant; but, onder 
no circumstances, will I meet this lady in j'int debate, or 
submit to be drug into her presence personal. With this 
single hold-out, you-alls is free to go ransackin* about in 



my destinies with the bridle off, workin' your friendly an* 
enfettered wills/ 

"Thar's a heap of talk. One after the other, Enright 
an* Peets an' Boggs an' Cherokee an' Tutt an' Jack 
Moore and the rest gets down their verbal stacks. At 
the finish, Peets sums up results. 

"'It seems the consensus,' says he, 'that mendacity's 
to be our buckler, concealment our single hope, an' 
Texas yere has got to go into hidin'. Which concloosion 
bein' arrived at, the next an' nacheral query is, Wherever 
is he to hide at? Wolfville won't do, bein' much too 
obv'ous. Moreover, accordin' to Texas she's equal to 
puttin' a torch to the camp, an' burnin' it to the ground. 
I tharfore submits Tucson, as a place of temp'rary 
retirement for our hunted comrade.' 

"'Which Tucson won't do neither,' observes Enright. 
'If Texas goes to lurkin' about that closely gyarded 
meetropolis surreptitious, an' nothin' to explain them 
f urtivities, they'd jest about rope him up for a hoss-thief, 
or mebby allow he's organizin' to turn off the National 
Bank. Gents, the thought is barbed, but for myse'f 
I sees nothin' for it except Red Dog. They're our en 
emies; but likewise in their loocid intervals, they're hoo- 
man bein's. If the naked horrors of this yere sityooa- 
tion is laid b'ar to 'em, they're bound an' retain the 
name of white men to offer Texas a asylum.' 

'"But, Sam,' says Peets, 'Texas, as you seems to ree- 
'lize, can't go burro win' in among them Red Dog folks 
without no prior word. Now whoever's goin' to chip 
in that word?' 




"That's a dooty up to you' an' me, Doc/ returns 
Enright. 'We must bring over the Red Dog chief for 
a powwow heart to heart/ 

"While Wolfville an* Red Dog is commonly hostile, 
an* on the perren'yal outs, thar's occasions sech as In 
juns or us runnin' low as to licker an* the freighters not 
in on time, when we-all lends each other fraternal coun 
tenance. Tharfore the Red Dog chief makes no haughty 
demurs to a conference, but obligin'ly canters over in- 
stanter, with Boggs an* Cherokee, who's sent to fetch him, 
as a escort of honor; an' all mighty partic'lar an' p'lite. 

"As the Red Dog chief swings out o' the saddle at the 
Red Light, he's certainly a fash'onable lookin' spectacle. 
His saddle stamped leather is gold trimmed, his spurs 
wrought steel, his guns pearl mounted, while about his 
sombrero is looped a pound of bullion in the shape of a 
rooby-eyed rattlesnake with diamond rattles. Also, 
on his bridle-rein hangs five Apache skelps; an', consid- 
erin' that sech mementoes is worth twenty-five dollars 
per top-knot at the Tucson bank, an' goes as so much cash 
in transactions involvin' licker or farobank or roolette 
in any joint in town, we-all nacherally regyards 'em as 
comprisin' a mighty lib'ral adornment. Altogether, 
as that Red Dog magnate comes jinglin' up to the Red 
Light bar, an' Black Jack searches him out a bottle of 
the best, he's a pageant to do any outfit proud. 

"Followin' a mootial round of drinks, Enright an' 
Peets, with the balance of us mootely backin' the play, 
imparts what clouds is lowerin' over Texas. 

"An' our idee,' concloods Enright, p'intin' to where 


pore Texas is camped off by himse'f, silent an' hopeless 
that a- way, 'is that most likely you-all gents of Red 
Dog'll offer him a haven. The lady, who is doo in a week 
or so, will not, I takes it, stay forever. Pendin' her pullin' 
her freight, an* while she's rummagin' 'round, would you- 
all, as a favor to yoonited Wolfville, afford the foogitive a 
sanctchooary ? ' 

" Which the ready promptitood, wharwith the Red Dog 
chief acquiesces, is a heap to his credit. 

"'Shore/ he says; 'Mister Thompson is not only free 
of my own personal wickeyup, but I shall tend him as a 
honored guest. He can go thar onder cover, an' none 
to molest him or make him afraid. No one'll so much 
as even think of lookin' cockeyed in his direction. Thar 
is, however, one su'gestion.' 

"Yere the Red Dog chief explains how, as to the moo- 
tial dooties of husband an' wife, public sent'ment in his 
camp is some divided. 

"'There is other questions,' he goes on, 'concernin' 
which all hands hangs together like a brace of six-shooters 
on a single belt. Considerin* the pecooliar bent of the 
gen'ral Red Dog mind, tharfore, an' to avoid ferment, I 
recommends that, instead of handin' it out how Mister 
Thompson is pursooed by a wife from whom he's escaped, 
it would be a heap more feasible to let on he's a simple 
foogitive from jestice. Dodgin' all problems of domes 
ticity an* puttin' it on the broad grounds of him bein' 
merely a malefactor that a-way, whom they're trying to 
ketch, you'll shore have Red Dog with you like a land 



"'Which your observations,' returns Enright, 'seems 
plenty pertinent an* founded in a heap of hoss sense. 
It only remains to ask what particular felony's most apt to 
awaken a reesponsive chord in the Red Dog bosom ? ' 

"'If you leaves it to me/ counsels the Red Dog chief, 
'I'd onloose the roomer he's bumped off a Mexican. 
It can be hinted how effete Eastern inflooences has done 
permeeated in among the Texas public, an* taught 'em 
to view beefin' Mexicans intol'rant.' 

"'But won't their s'spicions begin to set up,' asks Peets, 
' when they notes it's a lady ? We shore can't hope none 
to pass off one of her tender sex as a officer.' 

'"Which we'll p'int to her bein' a lady that a-way,' 
replies the Red Dog chief, 'as a sooperb instance of 
Lone Star chicane. We'll explain on the sly how she 
aims, after locatin' her quarry, to sign up the folks at 
Austin for aid. Followin' which, they figgers on prounc- 
in' on Mister Thompson like coyotes on some sleepin' 

"'The objecks of the meetin' bein' thus satisfactor'ly 
disposed of, the Red Dog chief takes to reelaxin' round 
with Enright, Peets an' the outfit gen'ral, consoomin' 
nosepaint an' becomin' fraternal equal. Texas is brought 
for'ard an' introdooced; but he's that dazed an' cowed, 
when he receives them overchoors of safety tendered by 
the Red Dog chief, Enright's driven to 'pologize. 

ft Which you wouldn't know him/ says Enright, 
alloodin* to Texas, an' whisperin' in the Red Dog chief's 
y'ear, 'he's so dejected an' overcome since ever he re 
ceives that fatal missive. You-all sees how on-strung 



he is, an* crippled down in heart? An' yet, pard, I 
don't exaggerate when I enforms you that as recent as a 
week ago he could go in, b'ar handed, an' kill his weight 
in wolves.' 

"The Red Dog chief accepts these explanations in a 
complaisant mood, an' allows he fully onderstands. 
'For/ says he, * while I never has no shore enough wife of 
my own, I knows gents who has, an' likewise possesses 
powers of appreciation.' 

"Followin' a mod 'rate an' mighty cer'monious dee- 
bauch, the Red Dog chief rides away to his tribe ag'in, 
and Wolfville bends its brows to details. She'll decend on 
us by means of the stage, we argues, an it's agreed that 
Old Monte on the run in, is to make a smoke on the mesa 
at the mouth of the canyon, whenever he's got her aboard. 
That'll give the camp ample notice, an' Texas can sidle 
over to Red Dog an' go into secloosion. By way of pre- 
parin', the very next day a beacon of pitch-pine knots is 
heaped up on said eminence, ready for the warnin' match. 

"Old Monte is puffed up egreegious when he learns. 
'An' you bet you can rely on me, gents!' he says, sort 
o' bulgin' out his chest. 'Your Uncle Monte never fails 
a friend or lays down on a play.' 

"This yere bluff's all right; still we-all don't put so 
much confidence in the old dipsomaniac, but what we 
posts the eboolient young sport, who's jest then tryin' 
to get killed by hold-ups, ridin' shot-gun for the Wells- 
Fargo people, to himse'f set fire to our mesa signal, in 
case old Monte's too far gone in' drink. 

"When all's said, however, it ain't beacon fires, nor 



yet Old Monte soaked of licker, that gives us most onease. 
Thar's Missis Rueker, an* Tucson Jennie, an' Faro Nell : 
them ladies has got to be squar'd. 

"'Thai's no other way, Doc/ declares Enright; 'we've 
got to take 'em in on this. Which if we-all don't, with 
the ardor an' genius for bein' permiscus that is sech al- 
loorin' traits of the sex, they'll jest about side in with 
this yere deestroyin' angel, an' tell her whar Texas is.' 

'" They wouldn't be that treach'rous!' expostchoolates 

"'Not ord'narily,' says Enright; 'but yere the com- 
plainin' witness'll be a fellow lady. Onder sech circum 
stances, you couldn't put a bet on 'em. Our best hold 
is to side-line 'em with promises, an* hobble 'em with 
compacts of nootrality, in advance.' 

"It takes no end of talk to bring them ladies into line, 
an' Missis Rueker holds out speshul. She allows she 
ain't none convinced but what Texas has done wrong. 

"'Thar's a preedom'nant streak of villainy,' says Missis 
Rueker, 'in all men, an' it'll be plenty queer if Texas 
Thompson proves a exception to the roole.' 

"An' yet, my good madam,' reemonstrates Enright, 'it's 
to one side of your womanly dooties, which is to conduct 
the O. K. Restauraw in your present admir'ble style. 
Thar's a adage, "Let every gent kill his own snakes:" 
an' the same applies to ladies.' 

'"In which case,' retorts Missis Rueker, mighty tart, 
'whyever be you an' Peets an' the rest of these he-mal 
contents interferin' to hide Texas from this deserted 
lady's search?' Then, seein' how nonplussed Enright 



looks, she adds: * However, as you perhaps jestly re 
marks, my business is runnin' restauraws, not healin' 
fam'ly breaches; so, if I can an* for this once, I'll stand 
paws-off.' " 



THROUGHOUT the followin' two weeks, the 
popular strain is frightful. Along towards the 
end, when it's nearin' the hour for the stage to 
show up, the entire camp takes to scannin' that mesa 
over to the north for signals. One evenin' thar she 
is, towerin' aloft like a pillar of fire by night an' cloud 
by day. At the earliest smoke-puff, Texas is in the 
saddle an' off to place himse'f in the hands of the Red 
Dog chief as a sacred trust. 

"'Boys,' says Enright, deeply moved, 'we ought never 
to forget the obligation which Red Dog this day puts 
us onder.' 

"The stage comes rumblin' in; but none of us is hanker- 
in' 'round, for we decides it's more sapient to act like 
we ain't expectin' nothin*. Still, we gets a flash at the 
lady with the tails of our eyes as she steps out, an' as 
near as we can count her up she's mighty person 'ble. 
Old Monte confirms this yere belief. 

Gents, she's a goddess,' he says : that's whatever, 
she's a goddess! An' sweet? Which honey-suckles is 
p'isin ivy to her!' 

"Not that no one feels bound by Old Monte's com 
mendation, an' him steeped in rum perpetchooal to sech 
degrees he's devoid of jedgment. Peets, however, makes 



a excoose for loafin' over to the O. K. parlor where she's 
gone, an* poco tiempo comes teeterin' back a heap more 
enthoosiastic than Old Monte. 

"'It shore baffles me/ exclaims Peets, 'to guess what 
ever Texas is thinkin' of when he quits!' 

"'Her lookin' like a hooman sunbeam, that a- way, 
Doc,' urges Enright, 'is mebby her dooplicity. You 
let her once get her claws on Texas, an' I'll gamble she 
comes out in her true colors. Did you-all enter into 
confab with her?' 

'"Why yes,' returns Peets, turnin' shamed an' diffi 
dent. 'She asks me do I know a Mister Thompson; 
whereat I nacherally flies to fiction, an' lets on I'm a 
stranger in a strange land, same as herse'f. Then I 
advises her to talk to you. To be frank, Sam' yere 
Peets adopts looks disgraceful to sheep 'I comes ro- 
mancin* across right now, at her requests, to ask you 
won't you appear an' answer queries.' 

"'Doc,' says Enright, a heap reproachful, 'do you-all 
call this bein' loyal? However, let it go as it lays; I 
shall confer with this lady. Forchoonate it is for the 
hunted Texas, that thar's one soul in camp who's not to 
be blandished by no siren!' 

"Enright ain't allowed to face them dangers alone, 
for Peets an' Boggs goes trackin' along at his intrepid 
heels. The lady is all Old Monte hints at. Not to go 
holdin' out the trooth, she's that beautiful it's reedic'lous 
with big deep eyes an' soft h'ar, brown an' glossy. 
Thar's tears on her cheeks, too, as she turns to Enright; 
an' while he braces himse'f, I sees he's shook. 



"'Parding me,' says the lady, 'I'm Missis Thompson 
Missis Joolia Thompson.' 

" Enright roves 'round to Peets with his eye. ' Excoose 
me, ma'am,' he exclaims, mighty abrupt, 'I'll be with 
you ag'in in a moment/ 

"The lady seems s'prised, like she ain't none convinced 
but Enright is locoed. However she bows, same as to 
say, 'Why shore!' 

"Enright drags Peets who as I says is hangin' on 
to his r'ar into the street. 

"'Doc,' whispers Enright; 'you notes how she declar's 
herse'f as Joolia an' not Jane ? ' 

"Not being deef as adders,' returns Peets, 'I 

" Whatever is your deeductions tharfrom?' asks 
Enright. 'An' remember, this yere ain't no time fav'r- 
able for errors.' 

f 'With which last bluff I'm in hearty accord,' says 
Peets. 'Jest the same, Sam, it's plain thar's been a 
misdeal; this lady ain't scoutin' for Texas nohow; she's 
layin' for some other Thompson.' 

"Enright, who's plumb conservative, an' no one to go 
followin' off every track he cuts, sort o' hes'tates. 
'Mebby,' he says, 'her declarin' herse'f as "Joolia" is a 
deevice. We must proceed with caution, Doc; we 
mustn't be betrayed into furnishin' the means of her 
nailin' Texas on the very nest.' 

''That's troo,' chimes in Peets, growin' doobious 
ag'in. 'Texas is shore the only member of the tribe of 
Thompson whoever makes a moccasin track yereabouts. 
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" Joolia" may be but a trap. Yes, the more I dwells on 
it, the more I feels she's after Texas/ 

"'After Texas?' breaks in Missis Rucker, who with 
Tucson Jennie an' Faro Nell, an f all in states of ex 
citement, refooses longer to be restrained; 'to be 
shore she's after Texas! Also, I wants in on this yere 

"'Why, certain, ma'am,' returns Enright, who makes 
a play at seemin' easy, but succeeds only in bein' feeble 
a whole lot 'why certain! The Doc an' me is jest on 
the verge of goin' projectin' round' to get your 'pinions, 
ain't we, Doc?' 

'"To be shore you be!' retorts Missis Rucker, a 
heap sneerin' and spiteful. ' Which I'll about save you 
two numbskulls the trip! My 'pinions is that Texas 
Thompson's statements, about his wife's name bein' 
"Jane," is one of that reptile's m'licious falsehoods. 
Havin' deserted this innocent girl, he now takes to lyin' 
and layin' it all to her. Oh, the perf'dy of man! Which 
I sees " Wretch " writ on the lineements of that Texas 
Thompson, the instant he pulls a cha'r up to my dinner 
table! Jen' yere she pulls Tucson Jennie for'ard 'is 
workin' in my kitchen at the time, an' when I comes out 
for them viands he desires I says, "Jen, if ever a born 
crim'nal asks for flapjacks, he's in the dinin' room right 
now!" Don't I utter them precise words, Jen?' 

"'Which, Missis Rucker, you asshoredly does,' replies 
Tucson Jennie, coincidin' emphatic. 

"Tucson Jennie then wanders off into copious endorse 
ments of all Missis Rucker says an* all she's goin' to say, 



while Faro Nell, who's in rapchoors over the visitin* 
lady's bonnet, expresses herse'f sim'lar. 

"'No one, not a born angel/ cries Faro Nell, wavin' 
her diminyootive paws ecstatic, ' could possess sech heav 
enly tastes in hats!' 

"Then Missis Rucker fetches loose ag'in plumb 
passionate an* vindictive/ 

"'Sam Enright/ she shouts, 'don't you monsters pre- 
soome to ask my he'p in your ornery plots to martyrize 
this child no further! I'm goin' to tell her whar that 
miser'ble Texas is.' 

"That's whatever!' screams Tucson Jennie an' Faro 
Nell in chorus. 'Let's all tell her!' 

"Dan/ whispers Enright, as Missis Rucker and the 
other two goes p'intin' in to make them disclosures, 
'sharp's the word! Pitch a hull onto a pony, quick, an' 
go tell Texas to make a dash for the Mexico line. It's 
his last hope.' 

"It certainly seems like Missis Rucker owns powers 
of divination; for, as Enright gives this command, she 
falls to the r'ar so as to bring all of 'em onder her eye. 

"'None of your Apache tricks, Sam Enright/ she 
remarks, as hard an' brittle as the blade of a bowie; 
'Dan Boggs ain't goin' to give no warnin's. Now you 
three tarrapins mosey on ahead, where I keeps tabs on 

" ' But you'll let me ask this yere lady about the divorce ? ' 
expostchoolates Enright. "It's bloo chips to clamshells, 
she's in wrong. Maybe Texas ain't the Thompson 
she's hungerin' for at all.' 



"'Not one word, Sam Enright!' returns Missis 
Rucker, firm as granite. ' You an* your fellow inquis'tor, 
Doc Peets thar, ain't goin' to torture this bleedin' dove 

no more.' 

"Enright casts a disparin' glance across to the Red 
Light, from which ark of safety Cherokee an* Tutt an' 
Jack Moore is gazin' horror-stricken. They can't hear 
none; but they're cunnin' enough from what they sees 
not to want in on the hand. Enright seeks to cajole 
'em over by beckonin' with his fingers; but they proves 
too foxey, and stands pat. 

"'It's no avail,' says Missis Rucker, 'you makin' 
signs to them confed 'rates of yours. Which you sots 
will find, before I'm done, that Texas Thompson ain't 
goin' to lay waste no young life, an' then coldly escape 
meetin' the injured victim of his wiles. From now on, 
I takes personal charge of this reyoonion ! ' 

"'Doc,' says Enright, as the two with Boggs marches 
he'plessly ahead of Missis Rucker, 'at least it's Texas 
who marries this yere wife of his, not us. He should 
have remembered that as you sow, so shall you-all 

"Missis Rucker close-herds her captives back into the 
O. K. House, while Tucson Jennie an' Faro Nell goes 
an' comes on the flanks, preventin' stragglin' an' cuttin' 
off escape. It's yere the onexpected gets action. As 
Missis Rucker an' the others enters the door, thar's little 
Enright Peets, lispin' and chirpin' away at the vis'tor 
lady, as pert and sassy as a joovenile catbird. His two 
short cub-b'ar laigs is spread wide, an' he's rockin' for- 



'ards an' back on his fat small feet, like a infant party 
who's plumb pleased with his p'sition in s'ciety. 

"'Oh!' he's a sayin* in his baby way which he's 
six the round-up before 'oh! you-all means my 
Uncle Tommy. Uncle Tommy's gone skallyhootin' over 
to Red Dog, so's you won't ketch him none. My paw's 
Dave Tutt; an* he tells my maw all about it. I hears 
him on'y las' night, when they-all allows I'm asleep. 
You bet I saveys when not to sleep, as well as any wolf 
whoever yelps on a hill I does!' 

" ' Oh, you sweet, good, dear, cunnin' baby child, you ! ' 
says the vis'tor lady, curryin' little Enright Peets' ha'r 
with her fingers soft as silk. 

"'Sam/ says Peets, desp'rately comin' to the front, 
' our hands is tipped off by babes, an' it ain't no use to 
play 'em. It's all up with Texas, an' we might as well 
go to the diskyard/ 

"Mebby we makes terms/ urges Enright, who by 
nacher is a badger to hang on, an' swing an' rattle with 
a proposition to the last. 'S'ppose you-all offers her 
money, Doc. Which if a handful of thousands'll squar' 
this thing, tell her the camp is yere with its roll to make 

"Money!* exclaims the beautiful victim, whose 
y'ears corrals the word while she's wildly carressin' little 
Enright Peets; 'me take money for my desolate heart! 
I wants my trooant husband!' With this, she slumps off 
into a gale of sobs, carryin' Missis Rucker with Faro Nell 
an' Tucson Jennie along. 

"Thar's nothin' else to be done, so we organizes into 


a sorrowful cavalcade, to journey over to Red Dog, an* 
witness the ropin* up of Texas. Enright is speshully 
gloomy, an* makes onavailin' requests of Missis Rucker 
to let him go weavin' on ahead. 

'"I gives you my honor, ma'am/ he says, 'that all I 
plans is to get Texas's guns. You shorely don't want this 
yere to end in his se'f-destruction none ? ' 

"'You take a back seat, Sam Enright!' is all he gets 
from Missis Rucker, who every moment grows more an' 
more indom'table. ' Which I'm floor-managin' this baile.' 

"Well, well!" the old gentleman gave a sigh of relief 
and proceeded to fill his glass "it's always darkest 
jest before the dawn. Also, in the words of the Congo 
reviv'list, as he tries to quote the poet at the camp meetin', 
' God moves in a myster'ous way His blunders to perform.' 
It's while affairs is thus lookin' murkiest for Texas, that 
eevents in their courses strikes the onforeseen and glances 
happ'ly off. 

"Two months preev'ous, a weak-faced, cat-chinned, 
slack-lipped feebleist, who gives his name as Dobbs, 
drifts into Wolfville; an', because he appears oncap'ble, 
an' of no consequence in this life, we-all takes a hard 
forbiddin' look at him, that borders on the threatenin'. 
The cat-chinned party, bein' plumb timorous, shrinks 
from among us, an' backs into Red Dog, apparently 
ketchin' said outfit off its gyard. Thar, by the grace 
of accident an' what Red Dog overlooks in his appear 
ance, he becomes cashier in a beanery, called the Gar- 
field Restauraw, kept by one Pete Bland, where he makes 
change an' sorts nickles for his chuck. 



" Thar's nothing of the man to this cat-chinned party, 
an' his best attriboots, perhaps, is a shock of curly ha'r, 
long enough an* voloom'ously thick enough, to afford 
nests for forty flyin' squirrels. This yere car'cachoor 
of a gent is behind his desk in Pete Eland's bean-j'int, 
when we-all comes sadly troopin' up Red Dog's single 
street. Likewise his bein' thar is shorely onder the pub 
lic welfare clause of the constitootion, so far as Texas 
is involved. The instant our beautiful vis'tin' lady 
claps her tear-dimmed eyes on him, she gives one heart 
felt squawk, t'ars loose from the protectin' pinion of 
Missis Rucker, an* the next moment grapevines herse'f 
about his neck. 

"My beloved husband!' she cries, her head on his 
shoulder, him standin' stock still, with eyes like a macker 

"Peets is first to find his mental feet: which Peets 
ondoubted is the briskest sharp west of the Atlantic ocean I 
' Go ! ' says he to Boggs ; ' b'ar the gladsome news to Texas ! ' 

"Nacherally confoosion reigns. The Red Dog chief, 
however, continyoos to be all urban'ty. He draws 
Enright to one side: 

"Thar's nothin' this chipmunk commits/ says he, 
tossin' his thumb toward the capchoored husband, 'which 
onder Red Dog rooles requires lynchin'. None the less, 
an' by way of compliment to you-all Wolfville guests of 
ours, if you says the word we hangs him up.' 

"But Enright declar's sech moves onnecessary, no 
p'int of honor bein' involved. 'Moreover,' he observes, 
'thar's the feelin's of his wife.' 



"'Gents/ says the capchoored cat-chinned party, 
when he beholds us glowerin' at him plenty baleful 
for we're thinkin' of pore Texas's sufferings 'I pleads 
guilty to bein' this lady's husband; also, I admits I'm 
wrong when I assoomes a alias. An' yet, gents, Joolia'll 
tell you thar's no malignancy in me. I don't smoke, or 
drink, or chew terbacco, or sw'ar, or go cavortin' about 
after the sex. In all respecks I'm a mighty moral man.' 

"'Which I reckons you be,' comments Enright, plumb 
severe. 'Morality, that a- way, is freequent a question 
of health, an* you certainly does seem much too sickly to 
be sinful.' Then, addressin' the beautiful visitin' lady, 
who's still looped onto her prod'gal husband's neck, 'Is 
thar aught in favor of this maverick ? ' 

"'Pore John,' she sobs, 'is one of the best of husbands; 
except he ain't what you might call se'f supportin* none. 
Otherwise, he's plumb good.' 

"'It's not for me to crit'cise, ma'am,' says Enright, 
turnin' away. 'This horned toad belongs to you, not 
me. Only, he ought to be brought to ree'lize, as the ex- 
per'ence of the centuries, that it's a heap sight more 
important in this world, for a gent to make good than to 
be good; which tenet applies with double force to hus 

'"Never you mind, dearie,' coos Missis Rucker, as 
she an' Faro Nell an' Tucson Jennie gather about, pettin' 
an' cossettin' the beautiful vis'tin' lady, ' never you mind ! 
You've got your husband ag'in! I was shore we'd on- 
earth him somehow, from the jump.' 

"'No voylence,' commands Enright some stern, as 



Texas arrives with Boggs, the old f'rocious fire in his 
ontamed glance, 'no voylence!' 

'"Voylence?' repeats Texas, full of bitter scorn at 
the idee. ' Gents, I'm a artist of revenge. This craven 
has caused me agony ontold; but what then? Shall I 
down him an' him a married man! Never! Sech steps 
would be weakness blind, witless weakness, not ven 
geance. No; I shall let him live on a husband. An* 
when she embarks for Tucson with him, I'll ride by the 
side of the coach, not as a gyard, not to keep him from 
escaping but for the priv'ledge of gloatin' of solacin' 
my harrassed soul with savage gloats/ 

"Cherokee/ observes Boggs later, when him an* 
Cherokee is makin' a mootial round-up of results, 'do 
you-all remember them closin' remarks of Texas'? 
Now an' then, when somethin' intervenes that a-way, 
to lift one of his griddles, I ketches fiery glimpses 
in Texas of some of the worst elements of a fiend.' 

"Which once he's roused/ returns Cherokee, shakin* 
his head, 'you bet Texas is a mighty invet'rate form of 



DO I believe in this yere Christian Science?" 
My aged philosopher looked up to repeat the 
question. The magazine, which he held in 
his hand, carried a bitter attack on Christian Science, 
its founder and all who embraced the one or followed the 
other. "Well, no," he continued; "I can't say I goes 
with it tamely from soda to hock; but I believes it some. 
One thing shore" shaking the magazine "I ain't none 
in favor of harrassin' the deeclinin' years of a lady, jest 
because we don't agree. Speakin' for myse'f, personal, 
I don't favor harrassin' any lady, no matter who she is or 
what's her little game. It ain't my system, me holdin' 
that ladies has enough to struggle ag'inst as mere ladies, 
without some he-profligate seekin' to heap their burdens 

"Reecurrin' to Christian Science, my jedgment's 
with it every now an' then. I believes for example 
that you-all can up an' think yourse'f sick when 
you're well. But I finds myse'f hesitatin' 'round be 
tween a balk an' a break-down when I ondertakes to 
assoome that you can think yourse'f well when you're 
sick. In sech events I calls in Doc Peets, an' falls back 
on drugs entire. 



"In Tennessee, when I'm a yearling old Missis Grim- 
shaw lays in bed for years, allowin' she can't walk none. 
She'd set up, an' try on bunnets, an' buy frocks, an' 
trail out after the fashions, same as if she's goin* to take 
in all the infares an' soap b'ilin's an' sociables an' quiltin' 
bees an* huskin* frolics along the 'Possum Trot. But 
jest the same she never budges out o' bed; holdin', as I 
says, that her laigs ain't no more use that a-way than a 
couple of corn-stalks. 

"Sis Grimshaw keeps up this fiction about them laigs 
for seven years, when one day the hired girl drops a 
skillet of red-hot fat, an' sets the dug-out afire. Thar- 
upon old Sis Grimshaw comes b'ilin' out from between 
the blankets, an' runs a mile an' a half like a jackrabbit. 
Which this yere dash down the pike brings her to the near 
est neighbor. That's as far as she canters; she cripples 
down right thar. An' as soon as ever old Grimshaw can 
round himse'f up another habitat, she piles into bed ag'in 
instanter, an' never does get up no more. Now a dose or 
two of Christian Science would mighty likely have fetched 
Sis Grimshaw to her feet. It's a case of where she's 
well, an' only thinks she's sick. 

"But take the time we-all lynches B'ar Creek Stanton: 
Do you reckon B'ar Creek would have beat that lariat- 
windmill game the stranglers opens on him, by merely 
thinkin' his neck ain't been stretched none? Skurcely! 
It marks the difference between a theery an' a condition. 
B'ar Creek confronts a condition; Sis Grimshaw's up 
ag'inst nothin' worse than a theery. In her case, Chris 
tian Science beats the play too easy. That occult branch 



of hooman learnin', however, would have found things 
plenty changed, if it had stacked in ag'inst that illness of 
B'ar Creek's. No amount of thinkin', whether Chris 
tian or scientific, can moderate the hangin' feas'bilities of 
a rope an' a windmill in exact proportions. 

" Thar's bounds to the power of hooman thought, same 
as thar is to the range of a rifle. Thought'll only carry 
so far. You-all, by thinkin', can't keep two an' two 
from makin' four, or hocus them honest noomerals into 
makin' five. The good book tells of the faith that moves 
mountains; but thar's nothin' in that holy bluff which 
preecloodes picks an' shovels as a deetail. Shore, thar's 
a faith that moves mountains; still, you can make a 
swell bet it ever preecedes them changes in the scenery 
by layin' in a stock of foose an' powder an' diamond 
drills. Christian Science, same as every other science, 
is like the limb of a tree. It'll hold, if you don't go 
coonin' out too far. Over-play, an' down you go to the 
ground, hurtin' or not hurtin' yourse'f, accordin' as 
you've been perchin' low or roostin' 'way up yonder. 

"Let me reepeat, son, thar's a limit goes with every 
hooman game. I reads where some sun-kissed sport 
waxes that extravagant he gives it out cold a day '11 dawn 
when a gent'll live always, an' thar'll be no sech thing as 
death. When a party takes to solacin' himse'f with 
dreams as rannikaboo as that, he's locoed. To talk of 
no one dyin', is to talk of no one bein' born. Either that, 
or get ready for a final crush to which sardines will seem 
as hermits. That's whatever! you'd read of them 
diminyootive little fish as reclooses. That anti-dyin' 



sport has followed off the wrong trail. Life is like 
a dance hall; an' we'll nacherally keep on dancin' 
an* dyin', ontil the floor-manager whoever he is an* 
wharever he is orders on the last walse, an' winds up 
the baile with the final call, 'All prom'nade to the bar of 
eternal jestice!' 

"That's the way I wants the game played, too. I 
wouldn't live a minute onless I was shore I could die. 
Which if some angel was to prounce down on me right 
yere, with the news that I'm goin' to live always, I'd 
drop dead in my cha'r. Considerin' my years, I'm some 
rugged; but if ever it gets proned into me, as a fixed belief, 
that my grave ain't goin' to be digged none an' I'm yere 
to stay, I'll rot down right thar." 

The old gentleman paused to pour out a drink; plainly 
his philosophy had made him dry. I took advantage 
of the moment's silence. Had he experienced aught in 
Arizona that exhibited the supremacy of mind over 

"Which I've beheld a party skeered to sech extents it 
turns his ha'r white as paper. Will I reelate partic'lars ? 
Nothin' easier. The story 'llustrates the perils of prac 
tical jokin', 'speshully when it's too practical. 

"The West has an acoote sense of yoomer; but if I'm 
ever called on, to confer with any gent who's figgerin' 
on crossin* the Mississippi, I'll shore advise ag'inst him 
becomin' jocose. More guns have cracked, an* more 
folks gone shoutin' home to heaven in the smoke, as the 
frootes of bein' witty that a-way, than can be p'inted to 
as the harvest of hoss stealin', or stickin' up stages, or 



any other strickly legitimate avenoo of swellin' a grave 

"It's prompt on the discovery of ore in the vicin'ty of 
Wolfville, that Talky Jones comes rackin' in from the 
Tin Cup district, which region of mines lies some'ers 
over towards the Gunnison country. Bern' a cattleman, 
I saveys nothin' of minin', more'n to hanker 'round the 
rim of one of them orifices they calls a shaft, an* look on a 
lot. But I knows Talky, same as does everybody else 
in Wolfville, before that verbose cimarron is present in 
our midst a day. Thar's folks who could out drink or 
out dance or out gamble Talky, or lay way over him in 
sundry other fields of hooman endeavor; but, at bein' 
simply volyooble, he leaves the ablest of us miles behind. 
That's why he's called 'Talky.' 

"Texas Thompson allows that if he himse'f is gifted 
with half Talky 's powers of conversation, his Laredo 
wife who soos out the divorce, would have been subdooed 
into a different lady. 

"'She despises me,' says Texas, 'because she out-talks 
me. Now if I'm only possessed of Talky's flow of words, 
I'd have shore swept her off her verbal feet, an' landed 
her gaspin' but inarticyoolate on the banks of domestic 
dispootation. She'd have been too busy, savin' herse'f 
from bein' drowned in the currents of my eloquence, 
to think of sep'rations. Likewise, she'd have loved me a 
whole lot; for sech is female nacher. All you has to do 
to hold a lady's heart, is lay back ontil she boards her 
long suite, an' then cut loose an' beat her to a standstill/ 

"Talky ain't been with us a week when he enlists at- 



tention by the effervesence of his sperits. He's one of 
them buoyant souls, that comes tiptoein' along with a 
stingin' lizard they've hived for sech speshul occasions, 
an* drops said reptile into a gent's pocket, him bein' 
preeockepied about somethin* else. Or ag'in, on ob- 
servin' some party wropped in sleep or licker or both, 
they'll slide a horned toad down the back of his neck. 

"Not that Talky always gets away with his antic an* 
lightsome bluffs onscathed. Once when Boggs is pourin* 
out his reequired forty drops in the Red Light, Talky 
comes Injinin' up from the r'ar, plannin' some hylarious 
outburst. He don't take the trick; Boggs gets a flash 
of him in the lookin' glass back of the bar bein' a 
watchful sport, that a-way an', instead of tossin' the 
nose-paint down his throat, he tosses it over his shoulder 
into Talky's eyes. 

"Ever get a glass of licker in your eyes? No ? Well 
you ain't missed nothin'. It's one of them experiments 
that's a heap sight better read about than ree'lized. I 
passes through some sech ordeal a long time ago in 
Dodge, an' for a poignant second I figgers it's the s'loon 
took fire. 

"That time Boggs out-manages Talky, Enright can't 
reefrain from rebookin' the latter. 

"It's with no desire, Talky, to make you ondooly 
proud/ says Enright, after that yoomerist ceases howlin* 
an' dancin* an 1 rubbin' his eyes, ' that I congratchoolates 
you on livin' into middle life. With your pecooliar 
talents for witticisms, it's nothin' short of mir'cles that 
years ago you ain't been killed.' 



"These yere strictures, comin' from Enright too, 
sobers Talky down a heap; tharafter he confines his 
gayeties to tenderfeet, an* don't practice 'em none on us 
orgi'nal Wolfville wolves. 

"Except for his irreepres'ble appetites for practical 
jokin', thar's not much fault to be found with Talky. 
As a minin' gent he's shore industrious; an* that he's 
broke an* out o' dinero when he strikes camp don't 
weigh ag'in him none, since bankruptcy is the normal 
state of prospectors. He goes to knockin' about in the 
sityooation mighty reedundant, an* in less'n ten days 
he stakes out a mine. Then he invents one of them 
dead-falls called a stock company, an' borrys money of 
Cherokee Hall to deevelope his claim. Cherokee, turnin' 
farobank like he does, has more free money than any 
other gent in camp; I reckon now his roll's as good as 
sixty thousand dollars. He peels off five thousand for 
Talky; an* Talky hocks all of the company's stock to 
make good. 

"'What's the difference?' returns Cherokee, when 
Tutt lets on he's seen the last of that five thousand. 
'Thar's nothin'like promotin' home industries. Talky's 
goin' to spend every splinter of it yere in town, an' soon or 
late it'll all get changed in across my lay-out ag'in. 
Pendin' which, you-all don't want to overlook the 
fact, Dave, that I've got said stock.' 

"'Which we've got said stock/ chips in Faro Nell, 
from her look-out stool, correctin' Cherokee. 'Ain't 
you an' me partners?' 

"'Right, Nell,' says Cherokee; 'half the bank-roll's 


yours. Also t'other half's yours, whenever you signs me 
up to that effect. 1 

"Talky takes Cherokee's five thousand, hires a peas 
ant from Red Dog of the name of Chicken Bill, an' 
away goes them two mavericks, pick an* drill an* dyna 
mite an' windlass, borin' their egreegious holes into the 
bosom of the y'earth. Bein' started, they sticks to their 
diggin' like a brace of badgers. When him an* Chicken 
ain't diggin' their hole, the eboolient Talky is p'ramboo- 
latin' an* pervadin' 'round, from the Red Light to the 
O. K. House, an' from thar to the dance hall, as full of 
fun as a Virginny Reel. 

"It ain't sayin' too much to put it that Talky gains in 
public esteeme as time goes on. He calls his mine the 
'Anna-ann Marie/ after his daughter who he says is at 
boardin' school in Denver, gettin' her horns knocked off. 
Talky allows he'll have her visit him, as soon as ever the 
exam'nations is through, an' the poopils counterbranded 
into grades above. Anna-ann Marie'll then be foot 
loose an' free to come. When we learns about 
Talky's girl, our good opinions goes soarin' higher 

"Only/ says Boggs, 'I don't see how Talky can so 
lack in se'f respect as to prance 'round, playin* his low- 
down reedic'lous jests, him the parent of a eddicated 
daughter like this Anna-ann Marie. Which if it's me 
now, I'd never crack my face with a grin, I'd be that 
plumb dignified.' 

"'That's whatever!' says Tutt. 'Speakin' as the 
author of little Enright Peets, I want to say it abates my 
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native friskiness two-thirds, me fearin' to set that angel 
child a gala example.' 

"Talky an* Chicken Bill has sunk their shaft mebby 
it's fifty feet, when thar comes rattlin' into town a sallow- 
seemin' young person from the far East. This yooth 
hands out his title as Dobson Clay Dusenberry. After 
gettin' him to repeat it several times, we yoonanimously 
decides to call him 'Gooseberry Ben' as easier. 

"Which this Gooseberry fledglin* don't dally 'round 
none, but comes to centers prompt. He informs us that, 
havin' money of his own, he's out to invest in mines. 
In a mood of proodence, he's reesolved to first learn all 
thar is to know as a shore-enough miner; he's anxious 
to dig an' drill an' blast an' perform 'round in a mine, 
same as though he ain't got enough riches to buck ten- 
cent chuck-a-luck. 

"Harborin' these yere horny-handed ambitions, it 
falls in nacheral enough that, before second drink time 
the first evenin', Gooseberry's neegotiatin' away his 
liberties with Talky, an' that mine owner enrolls him as 
aide to himse'f an' Chicken Bill. 

" Next mornin' Gooseberry surges forth in rust-colored 
overalls an' wammus; an', poco tiempo, him an' Talky an' 
Chicken Bill goes cavortin' out to the Anna-ann Marie. 

"'Sech a romantic name I' is what I hears Gooseberry 
say, as the three disappears. 

"The Anna-ann Marie is the longest part of a mile 
from camp, so none of us knows personal jest what takes 
place. But this is what Gooseberry tells Doc Peets, 
when Peets is standin' over his lowly couch at the O. K. 



House, givin' him stimyoolants an' tryin' to cool down his 

"'At the suggestion of the malignant Talky,' explains 
Gooseberry, 'him an* me deescends into the shaft, leavin' 
the vulgarian Chicken on the surface. We went down 
in a bucket, Chicken onwindin' us from a rickety old 

"'Once at the bottom, Talky an' me with sledge an' 
drill perpetrates a hole, me holdin' the drill. When the 
hole meets the tastes of Talky, he puts in a dynamite 
cartridge, connects it with a long five-minute foose, an' 
packs it in an' thumbs it about with wet clay. 

"'This accomplished, I'm hauled to the surface by 
Chicken. I adds my strength to the windlass; Talky 
climbs into the bucket, lights the foose, passes the word, 
an' is wound to the top by me an' Chicken. We then 
drug the windlass aside, covered the mouth of the shaft, 
an' scampered for refooge permiscus. 

"'At the end of five minutes from the time Talky 
lights the foose, an' mebby three minutes after we-all 
takes to hidin' out, the shot explodes with a deefenin' 
report. Tons of rock shoots hundreds of feet into the 
shrinkin' air! It's all mighty impressive, an' gives me a 
lesson in the awful power of dynamite. I'm a heap 
pleased, an' cannot but feel I'm shore learnin'. 

"'Followin' the blast, Talky an' me ag'in reepairs to 
the bottom of the shaft. Cl'arin' away the deebris, an' 
sendin' it up an' out by the bucket, we resoomes work 
with sledge an' drill. 

"It's now an' yere the monster Talky begins to put 


into execootion a plot he has formed ag'inst me, in the 
carryin' out of which the barbarous Chicken lends his 
felon aid. You must remember that ontil now I has 
perfect confidence in these yere ghouls. 

"'" Which I never sees no tenderfoot," begins Talky, 
"who goes rompin' along like you do at this business!" 

"'This encomium ain't on the level; the murderer is 
fattenin' me for the sacrifice. 

"'"Looks like you're born to be a miner," Talky goes 
on, "an' I'd be doin' wrong to hold you back. Yoosual 
I wouldn't feel jestified in lettin' no tenderfoot fire a 
shot till he's worked three months; but you're different. 
You has a genius for minin'; it comes as easy to you as 
suckin' aiggs! Sech bein' the case, I'm goin' to let you- 
all fire the next shot yourse'f." 

'"Nacherally I feels pleased. To be allowed to 
fire a shot my first day in a shaft I esteems a honor. 
It'll be somethin' to write home about to my folks. 

"'Talky says he'll put in the shot one of giant size. 
I sees the hercoolean explosive placed in the hole. Talky 
attaches the foose, an' thumbs the clay about it same as 
prior. Then he turns to me. 

'""After I'm hauled up," he says, "an* me an' Chick 
en's organized, you clamber into the bucket an' light the 
foose. Followin' which you raises the long yell, an' me 
an* Chicken'll yank you out. But be shore an' light the 
foose. Thar's nothin' so plumb aggravatin' as waitin' 
'round up top for half an hour, an' no cartridge goin' 
off. Speshully when she goes off after you've come 
pirootin' back to locate what's wrong. This yere ought 



to be a proud, high moment for you! firm' a shot the 
first six hours you're a miner!" 

"'Talkey ascends; when him an' Chicken's at the 
windlass, he shouts down: "All ready below!" 

"'I'm in the bucket. At the call I scratches a match, 
an' touches off the foose. It sputters an' smudges an' 
sparkles with alarmin' ardor, throwin' off a shower of 
sparks like fireworks! 

"'"H'ist away!" I yells. 

"'At this signal the villains runs me up half way; 
thar they come to a dead halt, leavin' me fast in the shaft. 
From what appears, both Talky an' Chicken have aban 
doned the windlass, an' are locked into a personal alter 
cation. I knows nothin' of their trouble; all I hears, as 
I swings thar over deestruction, is a storm of curses an' 
threats. Then they takes to shootin', presoomably at 
each other. 

"'" Which I'll blow your heart out!" I hears Talky 

"You mis'rable oppressor of the toilin' masses," 
Chicken roars back, "I'll shore shoot you off the map!" 
"It's "bang! bang! bang!" in a perfect network of 
murderous confoosion. 

"Doc,' continyoos Gooseberry, after gulpin' down a 
teaspoonful of Old Jordan, 'I leaves you to imagin' my 
feelin's. My alarm is without a fence. I'd seen one 
cartridge go off; thar I be, swingin' twenty-five feet above 
a still heavier charge, awaitin' eternity, while them 
fiends in hooman form are fightin' out some infamous 
feud of their own. I cannot deescribe my agony! The 



foose is spittin' fire like forty dragons! The shaft is 
choked with smoke! Thar am I, frantic, ha'r-hung, 
he'pless above annihilation, an* them blood-hungry 
monsters bootcherin' one another aloft! Either from 
the smoke or the excitement, I faints away. 

"'On comin' to,. I finds myse'f outside on the grass, 
while Talky an' the disrepootable Chicken is lookin* on 
an* laughin' themselves out o' one fit into another over 
the joke. Thar had been no shot placed in the hole; 
the heartless Talky palms it, an* carries it with him to 
the surface. Thar's nothin' but the wet clay an* the 

"'At my nacheral inquiry, made in tones as weak as 
water, as to what it all means, them miscreants breaks 
out laughin' afresh, an' allows it's part of the preescribed 
'niation of a tenderfoot. 

"'"It'll give you nerve!" says Talky. "Sech plays is 
calk'lated to put heart into you, an' do you good." 

"'After which, him an' Chicken falls to renooed 
laughter, said mirth, an' their asshorance that the drinks 
is on me, bein' all the reedress I gets/ 

"In Arizona every gent is the sole jedge of his own 
jests; wharf ore, concernin' them adventures of Goose 
berry, no public steps is took. Still, when Texas Thomp 
son advises that sufferer to frame himse'f up with a 
shot-gun, an* down an' bury both Talky an' Chicken in 
the Anna-ann Marie, an' even goes so far as to borry a 
fowlin' piece from the Wells-Fargo people, wharwith 
to make the play, the idee finds tacit approval. 

"Nothin' comes of it, however; Gooseberry urgin' 


that sheddin' blood is reepugnant to his nacher. He 
declares he'll seek other avenoos of revenge. 

"'For vengeance I shall have!' says he. 

" Meanwhile, as evincin' how he's shore been harrowed 
up a lot, Gooseberry's ha'r turns white as milk. 

"Talky exults inordinate in them crooelties he levels at 
Gooseberry; far from feelin' repentance, he allows it's the 
hunkiest joke he ever pulls off. He laughs every time it 
crosses his mem'ry; an' he buys gallons an' gallons of rum, 
keepin' his appreciation tharof at featheredge. Black 
Jack himse'f admits that a few more sech joyous out- 
bursts'll be the makin' of the Red Light." 



WHO'S that poet sharp who says laughter goes 
before tears, an* sunshine preecedes a shower 
a heap. Whatever's his name an' brand, I'm 
yere to remark he makes a center shot. Right while he's 
consoomin' rum an' nursin' his ongodly glee, Fate is 
heatin' the reetributive pitch for Talky in manners on- 

"Talky's Denver daughter comes dancin' in; which 
the advent of that damsel may be regyarded as the be- 
ginnin' of the return play. This Anna-ann Marie girl 
is a comely, corn-fed maiden, an* the credit'blest thing 
about Talky of which any of us ever hears. Seein' she's 
the only soul in camp onto whom he ain't onloaded the 
tale, Talky straightway tells her of the jest he plays on 

"Anna-ann Marie looks serious an' plenty shocked. 

"'Why, paw! she says; 'however could you-all be that 

"'Callous!' retorts Talky, all puffed up with vanity. 
'Child, you're Pap ain't callous, he's jest cunnin' 
cunnin' as a pet coyote.' Then he p'ints across 
the street to Gooseberry, where that invalid's pot- 
terin' about on two canes, him bein' as yet all on- 



strung. 'See them ha'rs the color of snow ? I regyards 
that milk-white top-knot as a triboote to my powers as 
a wag.' 

"'Don't he look interestin' ? ' says Anna-ann Marie. 
'Them snowy locks shore makes him the image of Monte 

" Of course no one saveys who this yere Monte Cristo 
is, leastwise no one only Peets, but none of us is that 
blinded we can't read a kind of tenderness in the glances 
of Anna-ann Marie. As she gazes across at Gooseberry, 
cripplin' 'round on his two sticks, her eyes lights softly 
up like the windows of a hurdy-gurdy on the evenin' of a 
fandango. Talky is that besotted he don't notice; but 
the rest of us shakes our heads an' smiles. Already we 
perceives, that on the principle of him laughin' best who 
laughs last, affairs may yet manage themselves so as to 
give Gooseberry the high ground. 

"That evenin', in the O. K. dinin'-room, Anna-ann 
Marie gets acquainted with Gooseberry, Missis Rucker 

"'Seem' you-all folks,' says Missis Rucker, who's a 
stickler for the propri'ties, 'seem' you-all folks is goin' 
to be more or less elbow to elbow over your chili-con- 
carne, you shore'll feel freer that a-way if you knows each 
others names. Miss Jones, Mister Dusenberry. Goose 
berry, this yere's Talky 's darter, Anna-ann Marie.' 

"Events commences to pile up. Between Anna-ann 
Marie an' Gooseberry, it's a case of mootual admira 
tion from the jump; they simply falls together like a 
shock of oats. An', when you reflects how she's plumb 



idle, while he's broke in his nerve an' honin' for sympathy, 
it's all easy to onderstand. 

"Also, Anna-ann Marie begins to broaden her visitin' 
list. In the days which ensoos, when she ain't h'antin' 
amic'bly about with Gooseberry, she an* Faro Nell is 
chatterin' away together as sociable as bloo jays. Them 
maidens gets as thick as thieves. 

"That thar is vis'ble feachures to the 'comedy' as 
Peets calls it bein' played before our eyes, finds proof 
in a reemark of Boggs. He's talkin' to Tutt: 

"Dave/ he says, 'I leaves it to you, as a married man, 
if that Anna-ann Marie an' Gooseberry ain't fallin' into 

"'Sech,' responds Tutt, 'is the onbiased findin' of my 
wife, Tucson Jennie; an', in them honied matters of the 
heart, Jen never fails of locatin' every bee-tree in the 

"'Well,' says Boggs, 'I argues as much from Goose 
berry goin' about constant, grinnin' eediotic. With 
nothin' whatever to grin at, he'll plant himse'f for hours 
an' grin at a mark. I calls Doc Peets' attention to it, 
thinkin' Gooseberry's intellects has pulled their picket 
pin an' he's goin' locoed. " It's only bliss," says the Doc. 
"Gooseberry's in love." 3 

'"Which the Doc ought to know,' responds Tutt. 
'If thar's a gent in Arizona, upholstered mental to read 
every sign an' signal smoke of hooman sentiment, it's 
Doc Peets.' 

" Affairs swings along in this way most a month, Anna- 
ann Marie an' Gooseberry sunshinin' 'round one an- 



other, an' Anna-ann an' Faro Nell colloguin' among 
themselves girl fashion. No; Talky don't wake up. 
Days he's down in the shaft ; evenin's he's too busy cel'- 
bratin' that jest of his, which so triumphantly skeers up 

"One day Faro Nell, Anna-ann Marie an' Goose 
berry convenes speshul, an' has a powwow. No one 
considers it as more'n the yoosual gossip of yearlin's, 
ontil Faro Nell skips over to the Red Light to see 

" ' About you an' me bein' partners that a-way ? ' says 
Faro Nell, like she's askin' a question. 

"' Shore!' says Cherokee, in the tones of a gent who 
agrees to everything in advance. 

"'Then paw over that Anna-ann Marie stock,' says 
Faro Nell. 'Yereafter it's to be mine entire.' 

"' Shore!' says Cherokee; an', takin' the stock from 
the drawer of his faro table, he tosses her the bundle. 

"Two minutes later Nell an' the stock is back with 
Anna-ann Marie an' Gooseberry, an' that convention 
of three is resoomed. 

"The followin' day but one, Nell with Anna-ann Marie 
an' Tucson Jennie goes headin' for Tucson. The next 
day Gooseberry, lookin* more ecstatically eediotic than 
common, lines out sim'lar. 

"'Doc,' says Enright, glancin* up at Peets from his 
licker mighty benignant, 'this yere's gettin' some intri 
cate, no?' 

"'If it ain't I'll j'ine the church!' says Peets, plenty 



"'My wife Jen rides herd on the racket as a chapper 
oney,' observes Tutt, kind o' pompous. 

" ' Chapperoney ! ' exclaims Boggs. ' Which I reckoned 
I'm onto all the brands on the lingual range, but that's 
one I can't read/ 

"'Dan/ retorts Tutt, a heap spleenetic, 'how often 
does I tell you you ought to take a term or two at night 
school ? A chapperoney, in any social break, is same as 
a look-out or case-keeper in farobank. She tabs the 
kyards as they comes out, sees to it that all bets is paid, 
an* speshully she's watchful that folks, crim'nally in 
clined an' surreptitious, don't get away with no sleepers.' 

"Boggs looks dazed, an' turns implorin'ly to Texas 
Thompson. Texas reepulses him a heap f'rocious. 

' ' Don't say nothin' to me! ' cries Texas. ' As one who 
has suffered by wedlock, I refooses to converse on any 
married-people topics.' 

"Married-people topics!' repeats Boggs, more an' 
more fogged up. 'Texas, either me or you or some 
gent else is gettin' batty.' 

"Talky shows in the door jest then, an' nothin' more 
is said. 

"'Finest girl in the world, that Anna-ann Marie!' 
says Talky presently, shovin' the bottle. 'She sees a 
good deal of s'ciety in Denver, an' Wolfville strikes her 
as a trifle slow I s'ppose. Yearnin' for meetropolitan 
action that a-way, she allows she'll go squanderin' over 
to Tucson. But she'll be back ag'in, gents, when she's 
got her play-spell out. An' by the way, that Anna-ann 
Marie claim of mine is goin' to be the min'ral marvel of 



Cochise county. From the ore me an' Chicken on- 
covers to-day, the valyoo of that property'll need seven 
figures to express it. Gents, take a drink on the Anna- 
ann Marie. Barkeep, you hears my gentle voice!' 

" Jack Moore has been tackin' up a notice on the Red 
Light door, usin' the butt of his gun for a tack-hammer. 
As Talky alloods to the Anna-ann Marie, Moore sings 
out to him: 

"'Speakin' of that prospect of yours, Talky; yere's a 
small jimcrow publication which ought to rivet your 

"'Whatever is it?' asks Talky, goin' to read the 
writin', glass in hand. 

"'Which it sounds to onprejewdiced y'ears,' says 
Jack, 'like a call for a annyooal meetin' of the stock 

"Thar it is, in frigid black an' white, summonin' a 
meetin' of the share-holders of the Anna-ann Marie 
mine, to be held in the wareroom of the New York Store 
two days away. 

"'Bull snakes an' blizzards!' says Talky, as he reads 
it; 'whatever does this portend?' 

"Talky heads for Cherokee, an' deemands light. 

"'I'm some in the dark myse'f,' says Cherokee. 'But 
of course, Talky, you knows that note for the five thou 
sand is overdoo an' onpaid two weeks?' 

"'What of it?' returns Talky. 'You-all don't aim 
to t'ar into me like a iron-hearted yoosurer, do you, an' 
swipe all that Anna-ann Marie stock? Don't tell me 
you're that rapacious; I won't believe it.' 



"'Me rapacious?' replies Cherokee, meek as Mexican 
sheep. 'Personal, I've been backed plumb out o' the 
play. It's Nell who's your reemorseless cred'tor. As 
to what is that young business lady's intentions, all I 
knows is I hears her say she's out to perpetrate a huge 
jest on you-all, with which you as a born wit would 
be deelighted to a frazzle.' 

"Talky turns white an' red an' green an' bloo, an' then 
settles down to yellow. 

'"This yere's a trap!' he shouts. 

"Cherokee represses Talky with upraised palm. 
Then he searches out a 9-inch bowie from some'ers 
back of his neck, an' sort o' dictates at Talky with the 

'"I don't want to discourage you,' says Cherokee, 
fixin' Talky with a eye as gray an' keen as the bowie he's 
toyin' with, 'but before you romances along too far, it's 
right you should be warned. It's a voylation of the 
Wolfville rooles to go animadvertin' on Nell. Be proo- 
dent, tharfore; a breath ag'in Nell means the loss of 
your y'ears.' 

"Talky, speakin' conversational, begins to back like 
an overbitted pony. That comb'nation of gray eye an' 
gray bowie has him buffaloed. 

"He gasps out: 'Shorely you'll control her?' 

" ' Control Nell ? ' an' Cherokee smiles a wise smile an' 
shakes his head. 'Talky, you asks the clay to control the 
potter. Nell's a star, sky-born an' imperial; an' as sech 
loominary it don't reequire no astronomer to onderstand 
she's plumb above control.' 



"Talky, findin' he's up ag'inst it with Cherokee, goes 
totterin' back to that notice, an' re-reads the same. 

"'I shall refoose to attend/ says Talky, after a pause. 
'Itain't legal none; I'll go in the air, take to buck-jumpin/ 
an* deecline to lend my presence to sech outrages on 
property rights/ 

"'You won't attend none?' says Jack Moore, mighty 
grim. 'You'll attend, you bet, or it'll become my dooty, 
as kettle tender for the stranglers, to make you some 
hard to find.' 

"That social party comes rummagin' along back from 
Tucson, an' in doo time the annyooal meetin' of the 
share-holders of the Anna-ann Marie gets together. It's 
certainly a most amazin' round-up. That stock's been 
shuffled an' cut an' dealt, an' sent cirkyoolatin' all about 
the board, ontil mighty near every -gent in camp to say 
nothin' of Tucson Jennie, Missis Rucker an' Faro Nell 
has ten shares each. As for that Gooseberry, he 
bursts on mankind as the pride-swollen an' plootocratic 
possessor of nine thousand nine hundred and ten shares, 
bein' what's left. Every share-holder is present, solemn 
as prairie dogs all except Black Jack, who depyootizes 
Gooseberry to be his proxy. 

"I don't see what I'm doin' yere/ says Talky, sneerin* 
bitterly, when the lay of the land is made plain to him; 
'I ain't got no stock.' 

"'All the same/ breaks in Boggs, 'you're goin' to stay 
a whole lot. We needs your counsel. You've been 
delvin' in our mine practical, an' we-all stock-holders 
wants a report as to the condition of our property/ 



"'That's whatever!' chimes in Texas Thompson. 
'An* see that said reeport is plenty succinct; we'll shore 
resent bein' hoodwinked.' 

"'Merely in a mood of idle cur'osity,' observes Talky, 
waxin' sarkastic, 'I'd like for to ask a cotton-headed 
numbskull yere, who's called Gooseberry, how he comes 
to own the heft of the Anna-ann Marie? Hopin' his 
feeble fackulties is equal to a answer, I r'ars back an' 
waits for his replies.' 

"'Which I pays some'ers 'round the exorb'tant sum 
of five thousand dollars for it,' says Gooseberry, 'the 
same leavin' quite a hole in my patrimonial pile. An' 
now fellow share-holders,' he goes on, wavin' his hand 
p'litely about the room, 'with your consent I'll ask my 
peevish interlocyooter concernin' matters of more per 
sonal sort. Would you, Mister Jones' yere he dom'n- 
ates at Talky with his fore-finger 'assoomin' me to 
crave sech boons, consent to my marryin' your daughter 
in bonds of holy matr'mony ? ' 

"As Gooseberry gets off this bluff, he gazes fondly 
down on Anna-ann Marie, where she's tucked herse'f 
in between Faro Nell an' Missis Rucker, demure as a 
mountain quail. 

"'You marry my daughter!' shouts Talky in scorn. 
'A snow-capped dolt talk of clamberin' to the heights 
of becomin' my son-in-law! I'd sooner see Anna-ann 
Marie the spouse of a Mexican I ' 

"Why, Paw!' says Anna-ann Marie, reproachful. 

"'What do I tell you!' exclaims Gooseberry, lookin' 
triumphant at Faro Nell an' Anna-ann Marie. 'Didn't 



I have this yere old serpent guessed out right?' Then, 
comin' back to Talky ag'in: 'So shore be we of what's 
your hellish p'sition touchin* our happiness, that me an* 
Anna-ann Marie forestalls refoosal by takin' each other 
for better an' for worse two days back in Tucson. Do 
you-all see this ? ' an' Gooseberry pats his frosty skelp- 
locks. ' Which I vows I'll have a vengeance ag'in you, an' 
now I've got it.' 

"'Vengeance!' whispers Texas Thompson to Boggs. 
'He seizes on the hymeenial torch, sets fire to his 
final chance of happiness in this life, an* calls it vengeance! 
Dan, this Gooseberry's a howlin' eediot; Peets ought to 
procoor a writ de loonatico an' lock him up.' 

"'Do you-all mean,' demands Talky, glarin* at Goose 
berry, 'that you two is husband an' wife?' 

'"That's what the sky pilot tells us,' returns Goose 
berry; 'an' I gives him the price of a stack of bloos for 
the information. Likewise these excellent ladies' 
p'intin' to Nell an' Tucson Jennie 'is thar, backin' the 
play in person; an', while they're blinded by tears at the 
time, I makes no doubt they witnesses enough to guar 
antee the trooth of what I states.' 

"They're shore wedded,' puts in Tucson Jennie, 'or 
I'm no jedge of nuptials. One thing though/ an' Jennie 
looks at Missis Rucker, who snorts her endorsements, 'I 
insists on that preacher sharp leavin* out "obey".' 

''Gents,' says Talky, appealin' 'round the room 
mighty abject, 'you've heard what this pinhead Goose 
berry says. The mud-blooded creature is actchooly my 
son-in-law! I could have stood up ag'in bankruptcy, 
l 233 


but I wilts before disgrace. Proceed, gents; pronounce 
my final doom.' 

"'Let me pronounce it/ says Gooseberry; 'I owes him 
that much for shatterin' my constitootion, an' changin' 
my auburn locks to linen in the springtime of my days. 
Mister Jones, me an' my wife, nee your daughter Anna- 
ann Marie, figgers by way of weddin' trip on startin' 
back tomorry to see my folks. They'll dote on Anna- 
ann Marie, my folks will! My idee in takin' in these 
sundry an' var'ous share-holders whom you sees assem 
bled, is that doorin' our absence, an' to protect their 
own interests, they'll take measures to keep you hard at 
work deevelopin' the Anna-ann Marie. Of course you'll 
get wages; which the same I leaves my fellow share 
holders to fix.' 

"'But I won't reemain none!' breaks in Talky, plenty 

'" You'll stay,' retorts Boggs, 'if we has to hobble you. 
Do you reckon you're goin' to abandon our property to 
deestruction, jest to satisfy a pique?' 

"'You-all may hold me captive,' returns Talky, dark 
an' sullen; 'but I won't do a lick of work. I informs 
you savages right yere that I'm not goin' -to be first 
robbed an' then enslaved.' 

"'Won't work?' speaks up Missis Rucker, as hard an' 
raspin' as film* saws. 'You won't be fed no grub then.' 

" ' Come, Talky,' observes Enright, his voice an' man 
ner kindly, for he's beginnin' to feel sorry about Talky's 
troubles; 'cheer up! This yere sityooation ain't so rock- 
ribbed! I wouldn't let it sour my nacheral feelin's! 



A sport of your onyoosual sense of yoomer ought to see 
its comic side. Besides, it's cattle to catbirds your son- 
in-law, Gooseberry, '11 split up the Anna-ann Marie with 
you, when him an' his bloomin' bride returns.' 

" ' I don't want to seem no niggard,' observes Gooseberry, 
' but permit me to say I shall not commence my wedded 
life by enrichin' my wife's parent gratis. I'll go this far, 
however: When I comes trackin' in from my trip like a 
giant reefreshed, if the old man's been labor'ous an' 
faithful, I'll let him into the Anna-ann Marie, mod'rate, 
on the ground floor.' 

"'Be you, too, a stock-holder?' asks Talky sadly, of 
his daughter Anna-ann Marie. 

"'Why yes, Paw,' she returns. 'My husband, 
Dobson Clay Dusenberry, endows me with a even half of 
them nine thousand-odd shares at the altar. But 
certainly, as a dootiful he'pmeet I allows Dobby dear to 
represent. You knows the sentiment, Paw: 

"'Two souls with but a single thought, 
hearts that vote as one.' 

"It's a week later, an' thar's the afternoon lull in the 
Red Light. 

"Don't your figger, Nell,' asks Cherokee, 'that after 
all you plays it some low on Talky, equippin' that son-in- 
law Gooseberry to round on him an' run over him like 
he does? Which pore Talky ain't been the same man 
since; it's left his sens'bilities all spraddled out.' 

"'Your mean old Talky party gets nothin' but what's 
comin' to him,' returns Faro Nell. 'That Gooseberry 



boy's entitled to reparations for what Talky makes him 
suffer; tharfore I advises an' assists him in a Christian way. 
Then see how plumb happy it makes him an' Anna-ann 
Marie! As for your mis'rable Talky, I'll wager them 
ten shares I reetains, that the next time he goes p'intin' 
out to be funny an' concoct a joke, he'll shore play said 
witticism with a copper on.' " 



WEDLOCK that a-way," remarked my vener 
able friend, replacing his glass on the table 
the night was raw and damp "wedlock that 
a-way as I shows you frequent comes mighty near 
amountin' to a mania with Doc Peets; not for himse'f of 
course, but other people. It looks like he can't see a 
lady single a minute without tryin' to saw her off on some 
ongyarded gent, him holdin' wedlock to be the only 
legitimate means of perpetchooatin' the race. 

"For myse'f, while I sees much in said latter bluff 
to recommend it, an' give it dignity as argyooment, I re- 
fooses to follow Peets when he talks of makin' marriage 

"'Yes sir/ says Peets, bein' at the time hooked up in 
heated pow-wow with Texas Thompson, who holds 
other views 'yes sir; if I was business manager for the 
public, I'd offer a bounty for the skelps of bachelors, 
same as wolves. Which every bachelor is a suspect, 
like a fox in a barnyard, an', if necessary to arouse his 
sense of dooty, I'd shore employ drastic means.' 

"'But Doc,' Texas protests, 'when you takes to 
tossin' off threats about onmarried gents, that a-way, 
you goes too far. Plungin' along in this yere fashion, 



bridleless an' onhobbled, whatever's to become of them 
constitootional tenets concernin' life, liberty an' the pur- 
soot of happiness?' 

"'Liberty!' exclaims Peets. 'You-all tarrapins must 
n't make the error of runnin' liberty into license. No 
gent is at liberty to become a public menace; an' sech, 
I asserts onhesitatin', bachelors to be. Which you speaks 
of the mar'tal condition, Texas, as if it's chains an* bond 
age! Who, I asks, is freer than a married man?' 

: "Sech her'sies, Doc,' replies Texas, waxin' petyoolant, 
'almost inclines me to lapse into one of them disrepoot- 
able exhibitions known as a weepin' drunk. Ladies is 
by nacher despots; wedlock's only another name for 
slavery; they calls 'em husbands, but they're reely 

'"Dave Tutt ain't no serf,' says Boggs, cuttin' in on 
the dispoote; 'an' he's shore married to Tucson Jennie 
a whole lot. Dave's a husband, but jest the same you 
bet! he's boss of his ranch.' 

"'Dan,' retorts Texas, turnin' on Boggs some weary, 
' in them oncalled for outbursts, you merely demonstrates 
your ignorance. Which you'd better take a good hard 
look at Dave. After you studies him awhile, you'll notice 
he ain't boss none, he simply has lots to say.' 

'"To be shore,' says Peets, comin' to the conversational 
front ag'in, 'when I announces that I favors a bounty 
for bachelors' skelps, it's to be onderstood thar's exemp 
tions. Medicine sharps, like me, ought not to be per 
mitted to marry, belongin' to the public, as I yeretofore 
explains. Then thar should be a age-limit, which lets 



out folks similar to Enright. Also, in instances like yours, 
Texas, when a gent has been hon'rably mustered out by a 
competent triboonal, same as in them Laredo divorce 
proceedings I'd bar sech folks. Thar, however, I 
draws the line. When I tracks up on some sprightly 
party like Dan yere, it'ud become a case of " Die dog or 
eat the hatchet!" I'd shore make that single-footer 
get a wife, or get plumb off the y 'earth/ 

"'All the same, Doc/ says Texas, sullen an* resentful, 
'onderstand me as stringin' my bets the other way. I 
sees nothin* in your claims; none whatever! Wharin 
does a married gent lay over a gent who ain't ? ' 

"'Wharin?' repeats Peets, never pinchin' down a 
chip. 'Why, a married gent's got a bachelor skinned 
forty ways from the jack! As I urges former, a single 
gent is like a statchoo without a ped'stal; he needs a 
wife to elevate him, an' keep him morally perpendicyoolar. 
Not,' goes on Peets, 'that I would have you dedooce, 
Texas, anythin' derog'tory to yourse'f from my remarks, 
which are to be took in the abstract. As to yourse'f, 
personal, I entertains the same profound respects I does 
for Dave. Jest as I cel'brates Dave as a hero, so I 
rev'rences you as a martyr to wedlock. Both is entitled 
to honor; for a hero is but a martyr who succeeds, while 
a martyr is only a hero who fails.' 

"Doc,' cries Boggs, evincin' high excitement, an' 
graspin' Peets by the hand mighty fervent, 'while I 
won't say I wholly seizes your meanin', I'm yere to de- 
clar* them sent'ments plumb corruscatin'!' 

"Which I don't myse'f wonder at Boggs. Peets 



shore is the most gifted sharp whoever spreads his blan 
kets in Arizona. 

"While my own feelin's," continued the old gentleman, 
replenishing his glass, "don't keep exyooberant pace 
with Peets concernin' matrimony, neither be I sech a 
pessimist as Texas. Of course, I ain't married none 
myse'f, an* never is; still I thinks I makes cl'ar to you 
yeretofore how it shouldn't be charged ag'inst me none 
as a dir'liction. No gent can be more sincere than me, 
in them sev'ral footile attempts I makes to round myse'f 
up a he'pmeet. But each time, as says the actor sport 
over to the Bird Cage Op'ry House, 'thar's another 
Richmond in the field/ an* it certainly looks like I ain't 
speedy enough for competitions. After my noomerous 
failures, I decides that mebby if I could only cross up with 
some lady who ain't seen no gent for a year I might in the 
course of another gentless year or two cajole her, an' 
succeed in winnin* out her heart. However, ree'lizin' 
that ladies answerin* that lonesome description is bound 
to be plumb hard to find, I never makes no pecooliar 
effort to cut the trail of any sech exotic, but lets life go as 
it lays. 

" It's mighty mortifyin', too, when you comes to think 
of it, an* perhaps it's in a onconscious effort to rescoo 
my vanity that a- way, I long ago adopts a belief that get- 
tin' married, like winnin* at farobank, involves no 
question of personal merit, but only luck. Thar's old 
Missis Barndollar, back in Tennessee when I'm a 
yearlin': Sis Barndollar's as bitter as a pignut an* got 
a face like one; an' yet she ups an* accyoomulates 



seriatem as Peets would say seven husbands. It looks 
like folks simply gets into the habit of marryin' Sis Barn- 
dollar! She goes troopin' to the altar so often she w'ars 
a path! 

"Seven times, mind you! for I counts them licenses 
myse'f, framed an' hangin' on the wall. She c'llects 
an' keeps 'em same as a Injun does skelps. The other 
six husbands is all planted in a row, in the Pine Knot 
graveyard by the 'Possum Trot; an' final they adds 
number seven to the list. Sis Barndollar cashes in her- 
se'f shortly after, an' they gives her the right of the line. 
It's only jestice they should. When the last trump 
sounds an' graves gives up their dead, thar'll be Sis 
Barndollar at the head of her own private procession, 
ready to lead them seven on high as yeretofore 

"If I'm called on for a opinion, I takes it Peets an' 
Texas is both of 'em part right an' part wrong. Ladies, 
as wives, breaks about even. They're like the kyards 
in a deal-box; no matter how they're riffled an' cut, as 
many falls to lose as falls to win. So troo is this that the 
preacher sharp, when tyin' 'em together as husband an' 
wife, always hedges the play by sayin' they 'takes each 
other for better or for worse.' An' I'm free to observe, 
sech holdouts is jest'fiable, an' but commonest proodence. 

"Wedlock, from the gent's standp'int, ain't always 
a onmixed vict'ry. Avoidin' any ref'rence to Missis 
Rucker for which esteemable lady I owns the utmost 
regyard, an' whose horns by any brash remarks I should 
shore regret to draw my way let me, as calk'lated to 



sustain my contentions, alloode briefly to Soap Suds Sal. 
Thar's a lady ag'inst whom nothin' can be uttered. An' 
yet this is what comes off. 

"Soap Suds Sal ties down in bonds of matrimony a 
boisterous young cow-puncher, one Riley Brooks. When 
she ropes him, an' drags him up to be branded marital, 
Riley's of as volatile an* effervescent a temperament as 
any catbird teeterin' on a bough. I sees him myse'f, 
at the cattle tournament which Wolfville an' Red Dog 
pulls off conj'intly over by the Cow Springs, throw a 
rope one hundred and five feet an* fasten, tie down a 
steer an' stand at its head, loop free an' hands up in 
twenty-two seconds by the jedge's watch, an' win a 
Chihuahua saddle, worth ten head of fat cattle, by ridin' 
successful the most voylent mustang that ever bites a 
Spanish bit, or goes sunfishin' through all the mazes of a 
fit of genyooine old fashioned, heart-felt, stiff-laigged, 
worm-fence buckin'. An' yet, in the teeth of all them 
feats, after he's a married man I meets Riley collectin' 
shirts for Soap Suds Sal to wash; an', more'n that, he's 
collectin' them garments afoot. 

"No one ever makes out where Riley's lightness goes 
to; but vamosed it shorely is. From the most gala boy 
that ever tightens a back cinch or spurs his cayouse in the 
shoulder, jest to see it arch its back and buck, he slumps 
down dull an' inert, with no more elastic'ty of soul to him 
than a bag of putty. Yes sir; moral, mental an' phys'cal, 
Riley once he's married shows nothin' short of four inches 
out o' plumb ! An' while I mustn't be constrooed as say- 
in' that no gent could have espoused Soap Suds Sal an' 



kept his balance, what I does assert is that sech is the 
portrait of Riley Brooks. 

"Speakin' of Peets's inveteracy about marryin' off 
them single ladies whom he comes across, this yere Soap 
Suds Sal is most likely the only one he ever passes up. 
Not that he goes to the diskyard as to Sal, by virchoo of 
him bein' timid; Peets, in a matter involvin' principle, 
is that clean strain he'd break a span of bobcats to harness, 
or perish in the attempt. My own idee is he's merely 
se'fish, an* wishes to preserve Sal in them shirt-washin' 
fields, wharin she's shore onclassed. As it is, however, 
she don't require Peets's aid. Movin' husbandward in 
her own good time an' way, she decides on Riley; an* 
tharafter the kyards so to speak is shuffled an' dealt, pore 
Riley picks up his hand as a married man, an' feebly 
plays the same as though the whole racket, from soda to 
hock, is foreordained. 

"You-all remembers about the Washwoman's War? 
An' how, as the upshot of that embroglio, which promises 
for a space to spill the best blood of Wolfville, an' from 
which nothin' onder the genius of Enright could have 
led us forth, Benson Annie weds Mister French, while 
Sal is left to slop suds, slam flat irons an' burn shirt- 
bosoms, the oncrowned tub-queen of the camp. Follow- 
in* that emyoote, things soon settles to orig'nal levels. 
Boggs's laig gets well of Tutt's bullet, an' the triumphant 
laundress allooded to proceeds to kyarve for herse'f a 
nitch in commoonal economy, an' conquers commoonal 
respect as 'Soap Suds Sal.' 

"Sal is a large able lady, 'most as big as Boggs, an' 


can heft a wash-boiler, overflowin' of soap-suds an' 
duds, off the stove, as easy as ever Missis Rucker hefts 
a fryin' pan of salthoss. Also, she keeps to herse'f, an* 
never comes pesterin* no one except, some Chink breaks 
in from Tucson with a slant-eyed purpose of inaug'ratin' 
a tub-trundlin' opposition. 

"When any sech shows up, Sal takes her hands out 
o' the suds, rolls down her sleeves, puts on her shaker, 
an* hunts up Enright. 

"'Do I get any protection?' she begins. 'Am I 
to become the victim of every opium slave that takes a 
pigtailed notion to invade this yere camp ? Is thar man 
hood s'fficient in Wolfville to stampede a heathen of the 
Orient, who's aimin' a blow at the American fabric, or 
must I put him over the jump myse'f ? an' me a he'pless 

"While Sal's goin' on, Enright beats the air with his 
hands, dumbly 'pologizin' an' invokin' Sal's forbearance. 
When he's got her ca'med, he calls out to Jack Moore. 

"'You sees, Jack, the trouble this onprotected child is 
in. Won't you be so kind as to take your guns, an' 
disperse that obnoxious son of Confoosius who's annoyin' 

"Ten minutes later, Jack's bullets is cuttin' the grass 
around the slippers of the offensive Chinaman, who's 
burnin' up a mile of ground in gettin' away. Or mebby 
Jack's took a half-hitch round his saddle-horn, with that 
sooperfluous Mongol's cue same as when you-all ' tails' 
a steer or a pony an' is yankin' him a mile or so out o' 
camp at a hand-gallop. There yere latter proceedin's 



is speshul shore to act fav'orable, inasmuch as they not 
only serves as a convincin' hint to the Chink that he's 
a ondesir'ble citizen, but likewise sufficiently indicates 
the course we think he better pursoo. Restored to her 
sovereignty of the tubs, an' hummin' a little toone, Sal 
goes peacefully back to her shirt-burnin', suds-sloppin' 
an* iron-slammin', heart at ease, the light of a serene con 
tentment shinin' in her azyoore eyes. 

"Which matters goes rackin' along in this yere satis- 
fact'ry style for moons, an' no gent ever dreams of marry- 
in' Sal. If I'm driven into a corner an* my bread took 
away, in order to force from me a explanation why Sal 
is thus immoone, I'd say we respects her too much. 
Moreover Sal's too big an' strong to wed. When a lady 
can pick up a side of beef an' hang it on a hook, an' not 
even check the flow of her conversation, it's more apt 
to excite admiration than su'gest nuptials. Then ag'in 
Sal is heard to say she looks on old Rucker as a model 
husband, a statement calk'lated to make a gent of wis 
dom lean up ag'in somethin' an' think. However, to 
give Sal doo credit, she never for a instant conducts her- 
se'f like she harbors designs of matrimony, none whatever! 

"Old Monte one time goes whisperin' yere an' thar 
that Sal's done took to lookin' at him in a meanin' way; 
an' he even lets up on rum, allowin' he's goin' to need 
all his wits an' resolootion. But the camp gives no cree- 
dence to these yere intimations, some holdin* 'em to be 
lies, an' others they bein' impressed by Old Monte 
quittin' nosepaint, a thing in itse'f thartofore onthinkable 
in his case! deemin' 'em but a yoonique form of deli- 



rium treemers, brought on by a change of licker which the 
Red Light makes about that time. 

"Whether or no Sal gets to adore Riley, is a problem 
which has ever been beyond my depth. Ondoubted, 
when she declares herse'f in favor of marryin' him that 
a-way, an' carries him off to the altar, it's nacheral to 
assoome she does. As ag'inst this, why ever does she 
in cold blood redooce him an' him as buoyant a cow 
puncher as ever sings 'Sandy Land' or breaks a bronco 
to saddle! to the water-drawin' levels of a laundry, 
an' a perepatetic skirmishin' for foul shirts ? As a play, 
I'm yere to confess it's got me swept plumb off the board. 
All I lays down for shore is, she does it; an' thar I leaves 
you to go romancin' 'round in the tangle, onwindin 1 
reasons for yourse'f.". 



THIS yere Riley ain't no novelty to Wolfville, an' him 
an* his blanket mate, Four-bar Bob, has been some 
frequent in the scenery for more'n a year. This 
latter sport is older than Riley; an', since he's got a bunch 
of cattle over by the Tres Hermanas marked with that 
brand, we calls him 'Four-bar' Bob. He says he buys 
the cattle; but thar's cause to suspect he ravishes 'em 
from a passel of Mexicans down south of the line, an' 
never pays a soo markee. Still, so long as they ain't 
been cut out of the herds nor driven from ranges of no 
Americano, sech surmises causes no excitement our side 
of the nation J l boundary. Four-bar an' Riley, as a 
method of livelihood, mootually works these yere Mexi 
can cattle, with now an' then a week off as bronco busters, 
breakin' bands of ponies for Enright an' the rest of us at 
three dollars a head. 

"Riley, personal, is a shallow feather-headed form of 
yooth, an', while he's some given to noise an' licker, 
most folks if you bars Black Jack likes him. Black 
Jack is among the few who nurses aversions for Riley. 
An' I must say Black Jack ha's his grievances, Riley 
cherishin' a weakness for smashin' glasses on the floor 
by way of roundin' off a drink. 

"One day a party drives over from Tucson, introo- 


ducin' a patent fire extinguisher, said contraption con- 
sistin' of glass globes, about the size of cocanuts, filled 
with flooids guaranteed to give a conflagration heart- 
failure. Thar's a sign goes with 'em which reads, 'To be 
used in case of fire!' as puttin' a casyooal an' oninstructed 
public onto their virchoos, should any blaze break loose. 

"Black Jack looks 'em over plenty thoughtful, an' 
buys twelve. He fits 'em up in their wire rack on the 
Red Light wall, an' changes the notice onder 'em to 

"'To be used in case of Riley.' 

"'Thar,' says Black Jack to Cherokee, who's con- 
siderin' these yere preecautions; 'Enright won't let me 
beef Riley, an' so I allows, if he ever shows up in this 
s'loon ag'in, to chunk him up with these a lot.' 

"When Riley learns of them Red Light prep'rations, 
he's plumb hostile an' talks of paintin' up for war. 
Enright an' Jack Moore, however, convinces him it 
won't do none; an', since later they floor-manages a peace 
between him an' Black Jack Riley promisin' to omit 
glass-smashin' from his repertory them fire missils 
never works their way into action. 

"While folks likes Riley, his pard Four-bar Bob is 
far from bein' a pop'lar idol. Not that he ever starts 
anythin', but because he always looks as though he's 
goin' to. He's one of them sour, dark, oncommoonica- 
tive sports, whose atmosphere, as Peets calls it, is nacher- 
ally repellant. I myse'f figgers thar's a streak of Injun 
in Four-bar, in which eevent your not likin' him none 
is explained. Cross-breeds that a-way is always vicious 



an* onsatisfactory, an' no gent of experience ever takes 
his guns off while one's in sight. 

"No, I'm enable to fathom what's wrong with cross 
breeds; an' yet somehow some'ers they shore hides the 
seeds of disaster in their constitootions. Sech puzzles 
in hoomanity is plumb hard to savey, an' for myse'f I 
only gets at it this yere fashion. Take a proper deck of 
fifty-two kyards; a handful of gents'll play all night 
with 'em, win an' lose their thousands, an' never no cloud 
to rise in the sky. Let some sech element as a fifth ace 
creep in, an' it's a stack of yellows to a white chip thar's 
a killin'. It's the same with people. Some folks it 
looks like is foaled with a fifth ace in their make-up 
preedestines storm-centers from the jump! 

"An' sech is Four-bar Bob. You-all could smell 
trouble off him same as you smells a storm in its ap 
proach; which is mighty likely why no one goes hankerin' 
an' honin' for his s'ciety. That is no one except the 
eboolient Riley; I must say Four-bar an' Riley gets along 
together as comfortable as two peas in a pod. Mebby 
Four-bar reelly likes Riley; even the most ornery is 
obleeged to dote on somebody. 

"Riley makes the front for himse'f an' Four-bar, what 
times business commoonications is necessary between 
Wolfville an' themselves. Four-bar hardly ever shows 
up. Also, no one so far as I hears an' my y'ears is 
some voloominous, not to say acoote as touchin' them 
absences, lodges any complaints. 

"Riley is one day meanderin' about, an* nothin' on 
that vacant mind of his more'n livin' till tomorry. 
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Because he's over drinked a little, he feels excursive, an* 
in his wanderin's breaks in on Sal, as she's puttin' a batch 
of bloo shirts through a second suds. Riley plants him- 
se'f on a upturned tub, an' surveys Sal sort o' lack-luster, 
grinnin' meanwhile a p'intless eediotic grin. Sal in 
return regyards Riley mighty severe, an' with mebby a 
glint of inquiry in her bloo eye. 

"'What for a j'int is this?' asks Riley after a while. 

"Sal sees Riley no end of times, but yeretofore she 
takes no notice of him. It's a big chance if Riley don't 
blunder into her laundry that time, an* give her a chance 
to look him over an* mebby get idees, all might yet be 
well. But sech is fate; Riley goes pirootin' along in, 
camps down on a tub, takes to makin' imbecile demands 
an' playin' so to speak with fire. 

" ' What for a j'int is this ? ' Sal repeats. ' Which it's 
a laundry. An' onless you comports yourse'f plenty 
genteel, you'll get a smoothin' iron at your head!' 

"Nothin* more comes off; Riley an' Sal stares at one 
another mootely for a space, after which Riley pulls 
his fog-enveloped freight. 

" But the thing don't end yere. Riley goes back; an' 
goes back ag'in. In fact he keeps on goin' back con 
stant for somethin' like two months. Meanwhile, Sal 
takes to ironin* the buttons off everybody's shirts, an' 
burnin' holes into them articles of apparel with flat-irons 
doorin' fits of abstraction, an' Enright an' Peets puts 
two an' two together an* decides she's in love. Not 
that they appears overjoyed, the same bein' the only time. 

"After two months of these yere attentions on Riley's 



part, things culminates; either him or Sal proposes, an* 
Riley staggers forth an' informs the public he's engaged. 
As sol'mnizin' that betrothal, he gets deeply an* dee- 
jectedly drunk. 

"Texas Thompson is speshully worked up, an* asks 
Riley is he actin' of his own free will. 
' 'No!' cries Riley, sheddin' tears. 

"'Then/ says Texas, 'don't you do it none. You 
write her a letter pleadin' intox'cation, an* declar'in' all 
bets off. An' mind, don't you go trackin' round in per 
son none to say "good-by!" Which I'm fool enough to 
do that once, an' I gets married before I leaves the house. 
Take warnin' by me! Write your far'wells; it's what 
post-offices is for.' 

"Riley thanks Texas, an' allows he's too drunk to 
write at that preecise moment, but'll seize on his first so 
ber interval so to do. 

"As near as we learns, Four-bar is of one mind with 
Texas, an' opposes Riley's nuptials. 

"An* why?' asks Riley, as Four-bar lectures him 
on the eenorm'ty of him gettin' married that a-way. 

"'Why?' retorts Four-bar, floppin' a flap-jack in the 
fryin' pan, him cookin' supper at the time. 'Because, 
for sech a rattlewitted fly-by-night as you-all to have a 
wife is onnacheral.' 

"'Now I don't look on it in that light,' says Riley. 
'Which to me[ the scheme presents some fasc'natin' 

"Four-bar an' Riley bickers all through supper; an' 
then, findin' no progress is made, Four-bar beats Riley 



over the head with the fryin' pan ontil he agrees he'll stay 

"'Sw'ar!' says Four-bar. 

"'I sw'ar!' says Riley 'I sw'ar to remain as single 
as possible! I hopes to j'ine the Injuns if I don't!' 

"Four-bar's hostil'ty to Riley becomin' a husband takes 
sech shape the next day, that he brings that lover into 
town, to tell Sal he's decided otherwise. The two keeps 
their errand a heap secret; no one has the least guess. 
The fact that Four-bar looks oncommon morose an' sour 
means nothin', sech bein' his normal expressions. They 
goes to the Red Light, subscribes for a few drinks, an' then 
decides, as Texas advises that time, to write Sal a letter. 

"Thar's a hitch, however; Riley can't only write a little 
bit, an' Four-bar none whatever. They seeks to engage 
Black Jack as a amanyooensis, but that careful barkeep 
declines an the grounds of forgery. At last Riley allows 
he'll go over to the post-office, win out some letter paper, 
an* do the best he can. 

"While Riley's engaged upon these yere cler'cal labors, 
Four-bar continyoos to reefresh himse'f about the Red 
Light. This is error; for the nosepaint reeacts on the 
Injun in him, an' the next news he's in the saddle, 
chargin' his pony up the street, whoopin' an' whirlin' his 
gun on his finger. 

"In a sperit of studied contoomely, Four-bar takes to 
waltzin' his bronco all over the sidewalk. Enright, who's 
in the New York Store, has his attention drawn to this 
solecism out of the window. 

"' Whoever is this party, Jack,' he asks Jack Moore, 


'who's thus rappin' his horns, an* stampin' an* pawin* 
for trouble out yere on a hoss ? ' 

"'That's Riley Brooks' partner/ says Jack; 'it's Four- 

"'Well, whoever it is/ says Enright, goin' back to his 
purchases, ' I hopes you'll take steps to redooce his friv- 
ol'ties to minimum. Which he's becomin' far too broad 
cast that a- way.' 

"By this time Four-bar's grown as mad as one of them 
hydrophoby polecats. All the Apache in him comes to 
the top. At sight of Jack he throws his pistol on him; 
but Jack is thar with the drop, an' gets the first shot. 

"The bullet goes through Four-bar's laiggin', an' 
downs his pony. 

"As the pony falls, it pins Four-bar to the ground. 
He's game though; an' while every shot's a miss, he lets 
loose all six loads as he lays thar. Jack himse'f is quite 
as busy, an' much more ackerate, his fifth gettin' Four- 
bar through the lungs. 

"Which I never could shoot none with a pony on 
my laig/ says Four-bar, an' a splash of blood on his 
moustache sinks back dead. 

"Riley, over in the post-office, hears the bombard 
ment, swings onto his pony, an' comes a-runnin'. It's 
all over when he gets thar; perceivin' which, he brings 
his bronco 'round on its hind hoofs for a get-away. 
Jest as Riley doubles the corner, Jack's last bullet splashes 
on a silver dollar in his coat pocket. That's the final 
shot; Riley digs in his spurs, hits a few high places in 
the topography, an' is half way to the Tres Hermanas. 



"Sal, who's over in her laundry, sees Riley an' Four- 
bar as they rides in. When minute after minute goes by, 
an' no Riley, she takes it so much to heart she burns 
the bosom out of Peets* Tucson shirt. Which this yere 
vestment is white; an' Peets wears it when he visits Tuc 
son, so as to give them prairie dogs a proper est'mate of 
whatever Wolfville is. It's a thing of the past now, 
however rooinated complete!' 

" Which the smoke of battle's hardly blown aside when 
Sal, backed by Missis Rucker, brings Jack to bay. 

"'You're a bright execyootive!' cries Missis Rucker, 
in tones of fierce contempt. 'Whatever do you mean 
by chasin' Sal's swain out o* town for ? ' 

' ' Yere I be,' says Sal, her eyes flashin' a heap om'n- 
ous, 'an* never once sees my Riley for two days! Then, 
when at last he does come driftin' in, you devotes your 
eediotic energies to shootin' him all up. It'll jest be 
my luck if he never does come back no more! Which 
my pore heart tells he'll seize on your reedic'lous gun 
play as pretexts for breakin' our engagement!' 

"Between us, I never sees Jack so took aback! He 
makes every effort to excoose himse'f. 

"'Of course, Sal/ he says, 'you onderstands that what 
I does I does offishul. An' yet I'm free to say con- 
fessin' the same as a fault I gets that wropped up in 
my dooties, I plumb forgets them cer'monies you plans 
with Riley. Otherwise I'd have downed his pony with 
that last cartridge, an' turned him over to you. But 
perhaps it ain't too late.' 

"Which you'd shore better say it ain't too late, Jack 


Moore!' says Missis Rucker. 'You go capture that 
Riley boy now, or don't you ever come back! I cer 
tainly never sees no sech spoil-sport since a yard of cloth 
made a frock for me!' 

"Enright comes up, an* seeks to console Sal. 'This 
is plumb onforchoonate!' he says; 'but you knows 
the aphorism, ladies: Troo love never runs smooth. 
However, be of cheer! It's diamonds to dumplin's 
Jack yere runs that recreeant lover down.' 

"'Which I'll get him,' says Jack, mighty desp'rate, 
'if he makes a trail as long as the wanderin' Jew!' 

"Jack cinches a saddle onto a swift hoss, an* hits the 
trail for the Tres Hermanas. Two days later he rides 
back with Riley, tied hand an' foot, wrist an' fetlock, 
on a lead pony. Riley's arm is broke, an' he's suffered 
sundry contoosions. 

'"He goes scamperin' off like a jackrabbit,' explains 
Jack. 'His pony, too, is some sudden for so little 
a hoss; I chases him a mile before I'm clost enough 
to alloode to my errand. At that he won't stop none; so, 
bein' I'm in ropin' distance, I tosses the loop of my lariat 
over him, an* yanks him back'ards out o' the saddle. 
He hits the grass a little hard, I fears; an' it's fractured 
him a trifle, an* mebby bruised an' abrated him some. 
Still, thar's plenty of him left to marry.' 

"'If you-all needs me,' says Riley, who's been listenin' 
a heap impatient, 'what's the matter of sayin' so? But 
no; you goes to ridin' an' ropin' an' ropin' an' ridin', 
an' confoosin' me all up to sech extents, I nacherally 
seeks safety in flight. This idee too, of lassooin' a party, 



same's if he's a calf, is plumb onlegal; an' I'll gamble 
on it! Gimme my guns!' 

"'You'll get your guns,' says Jack, 'when you're a 
married man, an' not ontil.' 

"Which I more'n once observes that thar's nothin' 
like bone-fractures an' gun-shot wounds to bring out 
the sentimental in a gent. A couple of bullets, planted 
proper, in the hooman frame, '11 set the patient to com- 
posin' verses. Likewise, wounded gents is partial to 
ladies speshul. It falls this way in the case of Riley, who 
the moment he's hurt takes to Sal like a kitten to a hot 

"An' Sal reeciprocates. As soon as ever Peets gets 
the bridegroom spliced an' splinted together, Sal goes 
bearin' him off to Tucson for the sacrifice. 

"No, Riley don't make no objections, but lets on he's 
plumb pleased. 

"'Which wedlock tickles me to death!' he says. 

"But somehow I don't know! If it does, he's shore 
got a funny way of showin' it. Moreover, it looks like 
Riley's new-found bliss about jolts his intellects off 
their centers. He's certainly been draggin' his mental 
lariat ever since them expousals, an' most of the time 
a-steppin' on the rope. It's all mighty piteous an' 
pathetic! The last time I sees pore Riley, he's drinkin' 
plumb inord'nate; an' runnin' nose an' nose with Old 
Monte, in efforts to determine that grand problem, 
which so many has tackled an' none has solved, of how 
to stay drunk an' reemain sober at one an' the same time." 



BACK in Tennessee," observed the old gentle 
man, with an air of meditative retrospection, 
"when in boyhood's happy hour I attends 
services in them sanctchooaries that's scattered up an* 
down my ancestral 'Possum Trot, I frequent hears the 
preacher sharps refer to 'the cunnin' of the serpent.' 

"As a child I allows that the same, with said pastors, 
is a mere figger of pulpit speech; the more since what 
serpents I scrapes pers'nal acquaintance with an* 
I gen'ally scrapes it with a elm club proves plumb 
doltish that a-way, an' thick. Them reptiles when tested 
displays about as much cunnin' as Thompson's colt, 
which animal is that besotted it swims a river to get 
a drink. Later on, however, as I b'ars interested witness 
to the wile an' guile of the Copper Head, as he salts 
the Golden Roole felonious, an' depletes Bass Drum 
Bowlby of forty thousand in cold dollars tharwith, I 
recalls that phrase of them divines as something which, 
if applied to the Copper Head, would shore have been 
plenty jestified. 

"The Copper Head preceeds Bass Drum into camp 
by about a week. In trooth, he's adjourned to Red Dog 
before ever Bass Drum shows up, an* ain't livin' none in 



Wolfville at all. Not that he's so feeble-minded he 
prefers Red Dog, only Cherokee Hall alarms him so he 
don't dare stay. 

"What rouses Cherokee is this: While not sayin' 
nothin', the Copper Head is guilty one evening of a deal 
of onnecessary starin' at Faro Nell, as that young priest 
ess of fortune sets lookin' out Cherokee's play. Of a 
sudden, at the close of a deal, Cherokee turns his box 
up, an' briefly excooses himself he's onflaggin'ly p'lite, 
that a-way to what gents is buckin' the game. He 
crosses over to the Copper Head, planted by himse'f 
down near the end of the bar. 

"'You don't gamble none?' remarks Cherokee, 
givin' the words a upflourish to show it's a question. 

"'No/ replies the Copper Head; 'I'm averse irrev'c- 
able to takin' chances/ 

"'Then/ returns Cherokee, mighty bitter, 'don't look 
at that young lady none no more. Which in so doin', 
whether you're wise to it or no, you're takin' the chances 
of your life!' 

"As Cherokee vouchsafes this admonition, an' by way 
of urgin' it home on the wanderin' fack'lties of the 
Copper Head, he cinches onto that serpent by the y'ear 
the same bein' some wide-flung an' fan-like an' leads 
him to the Red Light door. Once arrived at that egress, 
Cherokee desmisses him outside by a foot in the small 
of the back, said Copper Head flying through the air in 
the shape of a hooman horse-shoe. 

"'Now, don't return!' cautions Cherokee, as the 
Copper Head, who lands all spraddled out in the dust of 



the street, picks himse'f up an' goes limpin' over to the O. 
K. House; 'I've took a distaste ag'in you, an' the less 
I sees of you the longer you're likely to last.' 

"'That Copper Head,' says Boggs, as Cherokee gets 
in back of his box ag'in, 'is ornery to the brink of bein' 
odious; an' yet, Cherokee, I don't much reckon he's 
starin' at Nell in a sperit of insult. My idee is he's 
simply eediotic.' 

"'Mebby so,' returns Cherokee, some grim; 'we-all 
wont argue that, Dan. Let me add, however, for the 
illoom'nation of all concerned, that if eediocy's to be a 
defence yereafter for crim'nal roodness, why then I'm 
some eediotic myse'f on certain subjects. One of 'em 
is Nell, as that Copper Head'll shore find out a heap, 
should him and his red snake eyes take to transgressin' 

"Snappin' the deck he's rifflin' into the deal box, 
Cherokee addresses the circle about the lay-out: 

"'Now, gents,' he says, his urbanity restored, 'when 
your hands is off your stacks, we'll resoome the exercises 
of the evenin'. Thar you be! Trey lose, nine win!' 

"'Which in all my born days,' wails the Copper Head, 
complainin' to Rucker of the voylent usage he receives 
'which in all my born days thar's never a more onpro- 
voked assault! Cats may look at kings!' 

"'That cat-an'-king bluff,' returns Rucker, mighty 
onsympathetic, 'may go in the far East, but it carries 
no weight in Arizona, none whatever! Before you-all 
insists round yere on lookin' at any kings, you better be 
shore an* have, besides a workin' knowledge of the gent 



who's holdin' 'em, somethin' vergin' onto a full hand 

"No, nothin' comes of Cherokee's rebooke, the Copper 
Head takin* it plumb moote an* quiescent, that a-way. 
Snakes may be p'isen, an' frequent is, but thar ain't a 
ounce of war in a wagonload. However, since early the 
next mornin' the Cooper Head pulls his freight in favor 
of Red Dog, I nacherally infers said eepisode to be the 

"While the Copper Head done packs his blankets over 
to Red Dog, an' tharfore the disgrace of his citizenship 
belongs rightful to that collection of vulgarians, he's 
most every day in Wolfville confabbin' with Rucker. 
Not that they nourishes designs; Rucker, mental, bein' 
no more'n a four spot, an' totally onfit for what the actor 
person in the Bird Cage Op'ry House calls, 'treasons, 
strategems an' spoils.' But the Copper Head is so much 
like Misery, that he shore loves company; an', since no one 
except Rucker'll stand for his s'ciety, he puts in a lot of 
time hibernatin' round with that broken-sperited hus 
band. As for Rucker himse'f, he's plumb willin'; for, 
at bein' what you-all might call a social fav'rite, said 
spouse of Missis Rucker's ain't got nothin' on the Copper 
Head. Which any contest of onpopyoolar'ty between 
'em would have been a stand-off, a plain case of hoss an' 

"Some darkened sport says some'ers that thar's 
nothin' in mere looks, in which utterances he's shootin' 
plenty wild. The Copper Head is instanter the least 
trusted an' most deespised party that ever comes rackin' 



into Wolfville; an' yet, if you backtracks for reasons, you 
finds nothin' ag'in him at the go-off but his looks. 

"For that matter, thar's nothing particular ag'in him 
at the finish, his clean-up of Bass Drum for them forty 
thousand, comin' onder the head of a private play, 
wharin' the public ain't entitled to a look-in. Mines, like 
roolette an' draw poker an' farobank, is a deevice to 
which no gent is licensed to pull his cha'r up, onless 
he's preepared pers'nal to protect himse'f plumb through. 
If he gets handed a gold brick, thar's nothing' in the 
sityooation which entitles him, for purposes of revenge or 
retrobootion, to ring the body pol'tic in on the play. 
This yere's Peets' doctrine; an', when it comes to a even 
balancin' of right an' wrong, that scientist possesses the 
wisdom of a tree full of owls. 

"As I states, it's the looks of this Copper Head which 
confers on him his low ratin' in the gen'ral esteem. 
He's a thin, bony, scar-crow form of hoomanity, with 
little red eyes like a ferret, y'ears of onbecoomin' lib'r- 
ality, loose lip, wide onauthorized mouth, the whole 
capped by a stubble of ha'r the hue of one of them liver- 
colored bird dogs. His hands, too is long an' knobby, 
an' has a cold, clammy feel when you takes hold of 'em 
like the belly of a fish. Rucker allows that back East 
the Copper Head's a sexton, an' digs graves; which may 
or may not be the reason a damp, moldy, tomb-like smell 
invests his physical bein' perpetyooal, an' wrops it round 
like a atmosphere. 

"As a further pop'lar set-back the Copper Head lets 
on he's a party of exact morals. Never once askin' the 



way to the nearest s'loon, the same bein' the yoosual in 
quiry of emigrants, his first question after he hits the 
outfit is 'Do we-all have a church?' It's on Texas 
Thompson he presses his query concernin' meetin' houses, 
an' when Texas replies some surly; 'No, but we've got a 
grave yard/ meanin' Boot Hill, the Copper Head lapses 
into silence, savin' what's left of his stock of inquisitive- 
ness for the y'ears of Rucker. 

"Aside from him bein' reepulsive, pers'nal, the Copper 
Head conducts himse'f in a sneaky, onderground way; 
an' he shows himse'f so he'pless intellectchooal, when put 
up ag'inst what few prop'sitions the camp casyooally 
submits to him to fix his caliber, that Boggs an' Tutt an' 
Texas is all of one mind that he's a eediot. 

"'Not witless enough to lock up, you onderstand, 
explains Tutt, ' but onfit to hold commoonyon with folks 
whose sombreros is of normal size.' 

"'Don't get your chips down wrong, Dave,' warns 
Peets, to whom Tutt's talkin'; 'that Copper Head's 
not your kind, an' you simply fails to savey him. You 
an' Dan an' Texas thar is one an' all the dog sort of man. 
This Copper Head belongs to the snake tribe. Which 
you couldn't count him up nor take his measure in a 
thousand years! You can gamble that name of " Copper 
Head," which Old Monte informs me he acquires in Tuc 
son, aint no mis-cue in nomenclatchoor!' 

" ' The Copper Head is loafin' about, listless an' onre- 
gyarded, the same evenin' Bass Drum Bowlby blows in. 
This latter gent is the preecise opposite to the Copper 
Head, bein' so big an' broad an' thick he has to be prized 



out o' the stage, him measurin' wider than the door. 
Also he's certainly the most resoundin' sport! Which his 
conversation, when he's talkin', goes rollin' 'round the 
town like peals of thunder; an' at supper, when he's 
obleeged to ask for doughnuts the second time, seven 
ponies boils out of the corral, an' goes stampedin* off 
for the hills. 

"'Say, pard,' he roars appealin'ly to Boggs, who settin' 
next, "jest please pass them fried holes!' 

"An* with that, them alarmed cayouses lines out for 
cover in the Tres Hermanas, onder the impression 
Wolfville's done gone crashin' to its eternal fall. 

"While I wont say we-all sets up nights declarin' 
our friendly admiration for Bass Drum none, still he's 
a mighty sight more tol'rable than the Copper Head. 
You-all could pass a hour in his company without feelin' 
the hom'cidal instinct beginnin' to move in your bosom, 
an' set you eetchin' to shed hooman life. For one 
moll'fyin' matter, without bein' partic'larly inclined crim- 
'nal, Bass Drum possesses vices s'fficient to keep a se'f 
respectin' gent in countenance. He's a heap noisy an' 
obvious, an' owns a metallic voice like one of these yere 
Chinese dinner gongs; but he's sociable, an', when all's 
in, his voice is jest the same a good-nachered voice. 
Moreover, he's liable to change in a hundred dollar bill 
at faro-bank, or fling a ten across the Red Light counter 
as his subscription towards drinks for the house, in which 
amiable respects he proves himse'f in symp'thy with his 
day an' place. Also, as I observes, Bass Drum is 'ppre- 
ciative of the virchoos of vice. 



"Shore! The whitest gents I ever meets up with has 
vices. For myse'f, so long as they keeps 'em out from 
onder my feet, I finds no fault. What is it Cain remarks 
after he bumps off Abel that time ? While I don't ap 
plaud Cain none in that killin', the sentiment he fulm'n- 
ates later secoores my yoonan'mous endorsements. 

"No gent ought to over-look the great social trooism 
that, rightly regyarded, a vice is nothin' but a virchoo 
multiplied. A virchoo is like a cowcumber; it's no 
good once it goes to seed. Which it then becomes a vice. 
That's the straight goods; every vice is nothin' but some 
virchoo over-played. Wharfore, when I crosses up with 
a gent who's beset of vices that-a-way, I reflects to my 
self thus-wise: 'Now this yere sport has virchoos; the 
loose screw is he's got too plumb many an' too much!' 
Lookin* at it from that angle, he's not only to be excoosed 
but loved. 

"Whoever is this Bass Drum sport? All I knows is 
that on a first occasion of his showin' up, he rolls into the 
Red Light, lurches fat an* heavy up ag'in the counter, 
an' shouts: 

"'My name's Bass Drum Bowlby, an' I invites every 
gent to take a drink. Them who don't drink is welcome 
to a dollar out of the drawer/ 

"Followin' the libation, Bass Drum goin' more into 
details, makes himse'f heard ag'in. 'For two years,' 
says he, 'I've been pirootin' 'round between the Rio 
Colorado an' the Spanish Peaks. Which I'm shore 
wedded to the West! Likewise, the reason I loves the 
West is it's a fraud. That's whatever; thar ain't a play 



comes off on the sundown side of the Missouri which 
you-all can p'int to as bein' on the level! Thar ain't 
a fact or a concloosion on the genyooinness of which 
you could wager a white chip.' 

"'Be you plumb certain ?' asks Jack Moore. 'Now 
it's my belief that every gent in the room has got a car 
tridge belt full of indespootable facts; an', if aColt's-45 
aint a concloosion, I shore don't know what is.' 

"'For heaven's sake!' exclaims Bass Drum, evincin' 
concern, ' don't talk gun talk. My only thought is to pay 
the West some compliments. I only says the West's 
a fraud that a-way as offerin' encomiyums. Which I am 
somewhat of a fraud myse'f ; an' I onhesitatin'ly informs 
mankind that, at my fact'ry back East, I ain't doin' a 
thing in a lowly way but makin' goose-ha'r mattrasses 
out o* wood pulp not only makin' 'em gents, but sellin' 
'em. Two years ago though, as I informs you-all 
prior, I gets wedded to the West, an' never does go back 
East no more. I simply stays yere, an' permits that 
fraudyoolent wood-pulp, goose-ha'r mattrass fact'ry to 
run itse'f.' 

"'He talks/ growls Texas to Boggs, 'of bein' wedded 
to the West: an' then evolves a howl that the West's a 
fraud. Which he better try some reg'lar lady once ! ' 

'"May I ask,' puts in Enright, addressin' Bass Drum 
plenty suave an' bland, 'whatever brings about them 

'"It's in Vegas,' says Bass Drum; 'I'm jest in from the 
East, an' headed for the Vegas Hot Springs. I piles 
out of the kyars; a party, name unknown, throws me 
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into a hack. "Plaza Hotel," says I. Ten minutes 
later we're at that car'vansary. "How much?" says I. 
"Twenty plunks," says he. "Shake!" says I, as I 
pays over the twenty bones. "This is where I stay. 
A country in which you can make twenty dollars in ten 
minutes is good enough for me!" An' so I goes roman- 
cin* along in an' registers, meanwhile singin' "This yere's 
the place I long have sought, an' mourned because I 
found it not." Gents, I've been part of the West ever 

"'An' prosperin' I reckons?' says Peets. 

"'Not exactly prosperin',' returns Bass Drum, startin' 
the nosepaint on a second trip; 'not altogether prosperin'; 
but learnin' a whole lot. Bein' the other day in Silver 
City, I hears of this camp; an' the more I hears the better 
it sounds. At last I allows I'll break in, look you-all 
stingin* lizards over, an' mebby make investments.' 

"'Investments?' remarks Enright; 'in cattle, do 
you say?' 

"'Not cattle,' returns Bass Drum, wipin' his lips; 
'which I gets fully through with cattle over back of San 
Marcial towards the Black Range. You knows old 
Axtell of the Triangle X? Bought a thousand head of 
that old outlaw, thirty dollars per. He builds a chute, 
drives up the thousand cows, runs 'em through, claps the 
redhot iron on 'em, counter-brands 'em "C-in-a-box" 
the new mark I invents. Thar they be gents, back on the 
range ag'in; a thousand head of C-in-a-box cows, an' 
that cimarron Axtell countiri' my little old thirty thou 
sand simoleons ! Do I come forth onscathed ? Gents, 



listen! In two months I ain't got twenty head. That 
C-in-a-box brand ain't nothin' but a ha'r brand; it all 
grows out afresh, an' them cattle returns poco tiempo to 
their old-time Triangle X form. Oh! you bet I'm 
learning No more bovines for Bass Drum! This time 
I aims to break my guileless teeth on mines. If thar's 
any sport within hearin' of my loud bazoo, who's got a 
salted mine, let him prepare for the feast. Yere I stands 
in my ignorance, his nacheral born prey!' 

"Sayin* which, Bass Drum beats his breast ontil it 
booms, while his eyebrows work up an' down like one of 
them gorillas." 



IT looks as though Bass Drum paves the way for his 
own deestruction. The Copper Head, drawn by the 
exyooberant an' far-reachin' tones of Bass Drum's, 
is hoverin' about the portals of the Red Light at the time. 
He don't come inside none, Cherokee bein' back of his 
lay-out an' the Copper Head ownin' a mem'ry. Pres 
ently he disappears; an', while his comin' and goin' 
don't leave no profound impressions on me at the mo 
ment, I thinks of it afterwards a whole lot. 

"Bass Drum pervades the camp in an' out for sev'ral 
days, an* so far as I hears gets proper action for what 
dinero he puts in cirkyoolation. One evenin', when we're 
wrastlin' our chuck at the O. K. House Rucker attendin' 
on our wants as waiter Texas asks over his shoulder: 

" ' Whar's that Copper Head compadre of yours, Rucker ? 
I ain't seen him round none for four days ?' 

"'Well/ snarls Rucker, who's testy an* spiteful on 
account of him being redooced to a servile p'sition, 'you 
don't reckon I kills an' eats him, does you?' 

"'Don't wax gala, Rucker,' returns Texas, mighty 
high an' cautionary, 'or the next time Doc Peets wants 
a skeleton to play hoss with scientific, I'll shore preesent 
him yours. You-all would furnish a fairly person'ble 



skeleton that a- way; what ever do you yourse'f think, 

"'He'll do/ says Peets, runnin' Rucker over kind o' 
critical, like he's a hoss an' him, Peets, is goin' to buy him. 
'To be shore, Rucker wouldn't afford no skeleton of 
highest grade, not one of these yere top-notch corn-fed 
skeletons; but he'd match in plumb successful between a 
Mexican an' a Digger Injun, as completin' a chain.' 

"'You-all asks about the Copper Head?' says 
Rucker to Texas, a heap subdooed; for the way Texas an' 
Peets goes bulgin' off about skeletons almost brings on 
him a fit of the treemors. 'Which he's gone to minin' 
over in Colorow Gulch. Thar's that prospect Chicken 
Bill abandons; the Copper Head re-files on it as the 
"Golden Roole," an' is deevelopin' the same.' 

"'Whoever is this yere enterprisin' Copper Head?' 
asks Bass Drum of Cherokee. 

"'Which he's a bad-mannered miscreent,' returns 
Cherokee, ' who if asked to set into a game of freeze-out 
for two dollars worth of brains a corner, couldn't even 
meet the ante.' 

'"The more weak-witted,' says Bass Drum, 'the better; 
less brains, more luck. It takes a eediot to find a mine. 
Which I'll look this bullhead up some; if he's struck any 
thing good I'll take it away from him.' Then, to Rucker, 
who's staggerin' in from the kitchen with a passel of dry- 
apple pies: 'How about this yere Golden Roole mine? 
What for a prospect is it?' 

"All I knows,' returns Rucker, 'is that the Copper 
Head sends what he calls a "mill run" over to Silver City 



for a assay, an* it shows eight hundred dollars to the 

" * Whoever says sech things as that/ retorts Bass Drum, 
'is conversin' through his sombrero. Thar ain't no sech 
ore in Arizona/ 

"While I don't savey mines none, I'm plenty sapient 
when it comes to men, an' I sees, for all his bluff front, 
Bass Drum is a heap struck. The next mornin' he hires 
Rucker of Missis Rucker, to show him where the Golden 
Roole is located. It's over to'ards Red Dog in Colorow 
Gulch, an' Rucker an' Bass Drum finds the Copper Head 
idlin* about in the drift. He an' his Golden Roole 
mine is a heap alone that a-way, an' never another 
prospect within a half dozen miles. 

"As Bass Drum an' Rucker draws near, they hears the 
Copper Head singin' a church toone, that one about 
'India's Golden Sands/ 

"'Is this onder-done party religious?' whispers Bass 

"'Religious?' says Rucker. 'Which I only wishes 
I has four bits for every pray'r he's flung off! I should 
say he is religious! Thar's members of the clergy who 
ain't ace-high to the Copper Head. But see yere/ 
continues Rucker, detainin' Bass Drum by the arm, 
' don't you go sayin' nothin' about that assay. Mebby he 
ain't ready to have it brooited abroad as yet/ 

"'Fear not!' returns Bass Drum; 'my little game don't 
inclood me tellin' him things/ 

"Right yere, the onconscious Copper Head pours out 
his soul afresh: 



"'From Greenland's icy mountains, 
To India's golden sands; 
Where Africk's sunny fountains 
Rolls down them coral strands.' 

"'Which he's singin' all wrong!' whispers Bass Drum, 
disgusted; 'that of itse'f shows his mem'ry to be wabbly 
in its knees. Which if he can't think any better'n he can 
sing, he'll be plumb easy! Religious, too, you says? 
The shore mark of weakness! Look at me!' Yere 
Bass Drum lapses into his pastime of thumpin' his bosom. 
'Look at me an' wonder! six feet tall, an' a chest like a 
hoss ! This Copper Head, bein' off his feet religious, shows 
he's of a flimsy, clingin' vine-like nacher, an' no more back 
bone to him than a wet lariat. A robust sport like me, who 
knows his way through, plays tag with sech a weaklin'.' 

"Bass Drum an' Rucker deecends on the Copper 
Head, an* the Bass Drum says: 'How thar, pard!' 

"The Copper Head gives a nervous start, an' looks 
'round with his red ferretty eyes. 

"'How!' says the Copper Head. Then, beholdin' 
Rucker: 'Whatever be you-all doin',' he asks, 'so far 
from your dooties ? You ain't had time none* glancing 
at the sun 'to get your noon-day dishes washed.' 

"Rucker at these slights grows some heated, but says 
nothin', fearful what bluffs he makes gets back to Misses 
Rucker. Bass Drum, however, relieves him by takin' 
up the talk. 

'"Struck somethin' rich?' he asks. 'Which if it's 
good I'll buy it.' 

"Friend,' returns the Copper Head, honest an' 


deprecatory, an* runnin' his oncertain fingers through his 
bird-dog ha'r, 'this yere's but a barren prospect, I fears; 
I'm none convinced of its valyoo. It's not for me to 
deloode the onwary, an' I shall avoid offers ontil I be. 
That's why I names it the Golden Roole.' 

"Thar's a queer greenish-yellow look to the gray face of 
the rock, an' a sharp smell in the air that tickles the nos 
trils like hartshorn. Bass Drum wrinkles up his nose 
sympathetic, an' wipes the water from his eyes; to which 
man'festations the Copper Head responds like they're 
queries. I, 

"'What you-all smells,' says he, 'is a prep 'ration for 
softenin' the rock. It's somethin' like embalmin' 
flooid; I gets onto it when I'm in the ondertaking line. 
It's what gives the rock that green-yellow tinge. She 
shore does soften it up a whole lot, however; the drillin' 
and diggin' is redooced by half.' 

"As the Copper Head gets off this yere explanation, 
he oncovers a big glass bottle, holdin' about a gallon, 
where it's lyin' hid beneath his coat. Thar's a rubber 
stopper. The Copper Head picks up the bottle, an' hand 
les it as if it's filled with centipedes an' each clamorous 
for p'isenous action. Both Bass Drum an' Rucker 
notice how it's half full of a liquid of a greenish-yellow 
color, to match the pecooliar hue of the rock face. 

"It's a heap vol'tile,' observes the Copper Head/ an' I 
has to keep it tight corked. I spills out what I uses as I 
goes along.' 

"Sayin' which, the Copper Head slops out about a 
pint into a glazed earthern dish, with the needfulness 



of b'ilin' oil. Then he sops it up with a bresh, an* 
paints away at the rock face same as though he's white- 
washin' a fence. 

"'An does that soften the rock?' asks Bass Drum, 
sort o' held by the exhibition. 

'" Leaves it like so much cheese!' returns the Copper 
Head, white- washin' away mighty sedyoolous. 

"'What's that embalmin' mixchoor composed of?' 
asks Bass Drum ag'in, at the same time rubbin' his nose 
an' eyes, the fumes growin' doubly acrid while the Copper 
Head works. 

"'What's it composed of?' repeats the Copper Head. 
Then he shets one eye, an' grins both feeble an' deerisive. 
If it ain't for his liver-colored ha'r, you might think he's 
a sheep trying to assoome a foxy look. 'Excoose me!' 
he says, 'that's my little hold-out.' 

"Bass Drum don't press the business of the embalmin' 
flooid, but la'nches out into what he calls a 'train of 
argyooment,' calk'lated to make cl'ar how he ain't got 
time to wait the slow onfoldment of the Golden Roole. 
The best he can say is he's jest now squanderin' round 
on a hunt for a mine, an', if the Copper Head'll furnish 
him what spec'mens he wants, he'll have a assay made 
an' mebby buy. 

"The Copper Head listens, his lank jaw ajar as if he 
ain't got force of char'cter s'fficient to shet his mouth. 
Bass Drum talks on, all sperit an' bustle an' business, 
while the dazed Copper Head hangs back in the breechin', 
like a dull mule at a quicksand crossin'. 

'"I ain't ready none to deal,' the Copper Head protests 


final. 'Sellin' a pig in a poke is as bad a buyin' a pig in 
a poke. Yere I be, plumb ignorant whether I have 
somethin' or nothin'; an' you-all comes bushwackin' 
'round an' talks of buyin' me out.' 

"'Not before a assay, onderstand,' returns Bass Drum. 
' Most likely this yere rock ain't got no more gold into it 
than grindstones.' 

"'Well, I shore don't know!' returns Copper Head, 
crackin' the j'ints of his knobby fingers ontil they sounds 
like cockin' a Winchester. 'Whatever is your advice, 
Mister Rucker?' 

"Bass Drum winks his nigh eye at Rucker as sayin' 
thar's somethin' in it for him, an' Rucker tharupon 
yoonites his voice to Bass Drum's. 

"'What harm,' he says, 'to let him get a assay?' 

"With both of 'em ag'inst him, the reluctant Copper 
Head at lasts consents. A blast is put in, an' fifty pounds 
of spec'mens knocked off the rock face. 

"Bass Drum prodooces a dozen buckskin pouches from 
the warbags on his pony. 

"'You observes,' he remarks to the Copper Head, 'I 
travels preepared.' 

"Bass Drum fills the buckskin pouches, ties 'em up 
tight, an' swings 'em half an' half across the horn of his 
saddle, the Copper Head eyein' proceeding with a 
doobious air. 

"I reckon it's all right,' he remarks, like he's tryin' 
to convince himse'f. 'I lets a couple of mav'ricks from 
Tucson have a hatful yesterday, an' tharfore why not 



"Bass Drum pricks up his y'ears, smellin' rivals. 
'Which I'll start these bags/ he says, 'for Silver City this 
evenin'. Meanwhile, stand them Tucson hold-ups off. 
If they're the sharps I thinks they be, they'll do you out o' 
your eye teeth. Give 'em so much as a toe-hold any 
where, an* they'll steal everything but the back fence.' 

"That evenin', about sixth drink time, Bass Drum 
grows confidential with Peets. 

"'It's like playin' seven-up with a babe onweaned,' 
he says. 'Still, it ain't as if this Copper Head is otherwise 
safe. Which I don't mind confessing I'd shore hesitate 
to lay him waste, only if I don't rob him some more 
hardened party will.' 

"'Don't his bein' religious,' asks Peets, 'sort o' op'rate 
to stay your devastatin* hand? Or be your wars of 
commerce waged equal ag'inst both believer and onbe- 

"'At the game of dollar-chasin',' responds Bass Drum, 
mighty cocky, ' believers or onbelievers, Jews or Gentiles, 
it's all one to me. Whenever I gets ready to throw a 
stone, you bet I ain't carin' wheether it hits a grog shop or 
a church.' 

' ' To be shore,' observes Tutt, when later he's discussin' 
matters with Peets an' Texas, 'I ain't no use for that 
Copper Head; an* yet I asks myse'f be we jestified in per- 
mittin' this over-powerin' Bass Drum to strip that fee- 
bliest of his all?' 

' ' Dave,' returns Peets, ' I regyards your excitement as 
misplaced. If you has tears to shed, reeserve 'em for that 
vain-glorious Bass Drum.' 



"Three days, an' Bass Drum gets the returns from 
Silver City. The fifty pounds of ore shows forty dollars 
sixteen hundred dollars to the ton! Bass Drum's ha'r 
assooms the perpendicular, he's that scared lest them 
Tucson coyotes gets a prior move on, an* beats him 
to it. 

"As fast as pony can drum the ground, Bass Drum 
goes surgin' over to Red Dog. The Copper Head hes 
itates an' hangs back; he wants to hear from them Tucson 
parties, he says, who gets the hatful of spec'mens. Bass 
Drum won't hear to it, but crowds the Copper Head's 
irresoloote hand, namin' two thousand dollars. 

"An* at that,' observes Bass Drum when, a month 
later, he's roofully recountin' his financial wounds to 
Peets an* Enright that a- way, 'if I has a lick of sense, I 
ought to have remembered that, with the eight hundred 
dollar assay Rucker speaks of former, this Copper Head 
must shore possess some half-way notion of where he's 
at. But no; thar I go cavortin' to deestruction like a 
bar'l down hill! Congratchoolatin' myse'f, too, on my 
sooperhooman cunnin', when I evades his queries as to 
how that last assay turns out ! Gents, I knows burros of 
inferior standin', who in intellects could give me kyards 
an' spades!' 

" When Bass Drum says two thousand, the Copper Head 
falls into a brown study. The longer he studies, the 
sadder an' more sorrowful he gets. 

"'It's all wrong!' he says at last. 'I'll never yere- 
after see the hour when the gnawin' tooth of conscience'll 
be still!' An' yet, if I must sin, let it not be for no 



bagatelles, which I'll shore refoose to sell my soul for a 
paltry two thousand. Say forty thousand, an* doubtless 
the temptation'll be more than I can b'ar.' 

"Bass Drum sweats an' froths an' argues, but he's up 
ag'inst it. The eediotic Copper Head, with the pertinac- 
'ty of weakminded folks, holds by that forty thousand 
like it's the rock of his last hope. 

"'With forty thousand in my grasp,' says the Copper 
Head, 'I returns East, re-enters the ondertakin' profes 
sion, resoomes my rightful place on the front seat of a 
hearse, an' lifts up my diminished head as of yore. 
That's the rigger, forty thousand; an' not a nickle 

"Thar's nothin' else to do; Bass Drum yields, an' him 
an' the Copper Head goes over to Tucson, where he en 
dows that red-ha'red reptile with eight five-thousand 
dollar bills. Inside of no time, the Copper Head is a 
thing of the Tucson- Wolfville past. 

"It takes a fortnight for Bass Drum to convince him- 
se'f thar ain't as much treasure to be extracted from the 
Golden Roole, as should belong in the bank-roll behind 
a ten cent game of Mexican monte. For a moment 
he's hotter'n a fire in a lard fact'ry. Then he simmers 

"'Gents,' says he, 'I'm stuck! That Golden Roole's 
a deadfall! Between old Axtell an' his ha'r brands, an' 
this yere Copper Head an' his salted mines, it'll take a 
forest of sprooce, worked up into goose-ha'r mattrasses, 
to reestore my fallen fortunes.' 

"Salt a mine!' exclaims Enright. 'That egree- 


gious Copper Head don't look like he's equal to sal tin 1 
sheep! I shore marvels how he does it!' 

"Pete Bland, the Red Dog boniface at whose flapjack 
foundry the Copper Head's been hangin' out, brings over 
a gallon bottle with a rubber stopper to Peets. He finds 
it, he says, in the Copper Head's former room. It's 
filled with the same greenish-yellow liquid, wharwith the 
Copper Head is doctorin' the Golden Roole, when Bass 
Drum an' Rucker surprises him at his labors. The 
question is, can Peets as a scientific sharp identify the 

"Peets oncorks the bottle, takes a sniff, an' bats a 
tearful eye: 

"' Chlorine!' says he. 

"Then he pours about a pint into a wide glass dish. 
In half an hour or less, it's took to itse'f wings an' evap 

"Thar's enough sediment remainin' to fill two table 
spoons. Peets puts it into a bowl, an' fills the bowl up 
with water. Then he twists an' tosses an' whirls an' 
slops away at it, same as if he's pannin' out gold. That's 
what it comes to; he cleans up enough dust to make a 
ten-dollar gold piece. 

" Bass Drum has already posted Peets how the Copper 
Head white-washes away at the rock face, an' Peets gets 
a bresh and tries a quart of the embalmin' flooid on a 
round hard rock, the size of a water melon, which is lyin' 
in front of the New York Store. The results is highly 
gratifyin'; the stone sucks up that embalmin' flooid 
like it's a sponge, thirstily gettin' away with the entire 



quart. Also it turns that same good old greenish-yellow 

"When the stone has done drunk up its quart, Peets 
regyards it plenty thoughtful. 

"'By what that pint pans out/ he says, 'thar should be 
twenty dollars worth of gold in this yere dornick!' 

"Which the subsequent assay proves said surmise to 
be c'rrect. 

"Thar's mebby a pint remainin* of the embalmin' 
flooid, an' Peets cuts loose chem'cal, an' subjects it to 

"'An' at that, Sam,' says Peets to Enright at the wind- 
up, 'I can't say what it wholly is! Thar's this, however: 
It contains, among other things, chloric acid with king's 
water, which last is a comb'nation of sulphooric an' 
nitric acids. The proportion of ox'gyn, thus secoored, 
is so tremenjus it makes no more of eatin' up forty dollars 
worth of gold to the gallon, than a colored camp meetin' 
would of eatin' up forty yellow-laigged chickens. Also, 
it's so penetratin' it'll carry the gold through eighteen 
inches of solid rock. Gents, we've been entertainin' 
a angel onawares. That Copper Head person is a genius; 
he has raised mine-saltin' to the plane of art.' 

"It's two years before we ag'in hears of the Copper 
Head. A waif-word wanders up from Rincon that some 
deservin' party opens on him, low and satisfact'ry, with 
a ten guage Greener shot gun, twenty-one buckshot to 
the shell, an' bombards him into the heavenly land of 
many mansions, where the come-ons cease from troub- 
lin' an' the mine-salter is at rest. The vig'lance commit- 



tee, which considers the case, sustains the action of 
Cherokee that time in eejectin' the Copper Head from 
the Red Light; since it exculpates the accoosed shot-gun 
gent, on the grounds that the Copper Head is lookin* 
at his wife." 



MOST likely," observed the old gentleman, spear 
ing at me with his pipe-stem to invoke at 
tention, "you never is aware of it none, 
but the thing that wearies the West as a region 
plumb to death, is the onlicensed air of patronage an* 
high conceit adopted towards it by the East. Which it's 
this yere, ondoubted, that eggs us on, when we plays it 
so low down on Professor De Puff it sends that phree- 
nol'gist, scamperin' an* skallyhootin' into Tucson all 
spraddled out, eyes protroodin' like the horns on a year- 
lin' bull which you could knock 'em off with a club to 
go pantin' forth a white-faced tale of how Wolfville's 
done been abolished in consoomin' flames an' smoke. 

"For myse'f, I always attribyootes this yere Eastern 
conceit to ignorance that a- way, a attitood wharin I'm 
sustained by Doc Peets. 

"'The yawnin' peril to this nation,' says Peets, as 
we're loiterin' over our drinks one Red Light evenin', 
'is the ignorance of the East. Thar's folks back thar, 
speshully in Noo York, who with their oninstructed backs 
to the settin' sun, don't even know thar is a West. Like 
wise, they're proud as peacocks of their want of knowl 
edge. They'd feel plenty ashamed to be caught knowin' 
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anything on the Rocky Mountain side of the Hudson 

"Is Peets deep? Son, you astounds me! Solomon 
could have made the killin' of his c'rreer by simply goin' 
to school to Peets. That scientist is equal to everything 
except the impossible. An' when it comes to philosophic 
deeductions that a-way, you're jestified in spreadin' your 
big bets on whatever Peets hands out. 

"As sheddin' a ray, let me step one side of the direct 
trail of this yere narrative to tell you what Peets does. 
He actchooally reyoonites Tucson Jennie an' Soap Suds 
Sal in bonds of amity, the time they falls out an' gets 
their mootual horns locked walks right up to them 
contendin' ladies, Peets does, an' reasons with 'em, at 
a moment too when the gamest gent in camp don't dare 
go near enough to one of 'em to hand her a diamond ring! 

"It's this a-way: Soap Suds Sal, as I relates, weds 
Riley Brooks. Bein' thus moved up into p'sition as a 
married lady affects Sal; she feels the change, an' takes 
to puttin' on dog immod'rate. This yere haughtiness 
provokes Tucson Jennie, who's a wife of sev'ral years 
standin', an' nacherally she goes to the floor with Sal. 
Of course, you onderstands I means verbal thar's nothin' 
so onladylike as physical voylence. 

"Peets happens to be across in Red Dog, but Enright 
dispatches Boggs to tell him to come a-runnin'. He 
looks a trifle doobious, I admits, when he hears. 

"'Does either of 'em call the other "ugly" Nell?' 
he asks some anxious of Faro Nell, who's been hoverin' 
over the fracas throughout. 



"'Oh no,' says Nell; 'they don't say nothin' about 

"'Or "old"?' goes on Peets. 

"'No,' returns Nell, 'they ain't got to ages none as yet, 
but Sal's workin' herse'f up to it.' 

"Peets heaves a sigh of relief. 'It's all right, gents,' 
he says, sort o' cl'arin' up; 'I thinks I sees my way 
through to bring 'em together ag'in in peace an* 

"Which Peets does; Missis Rucker an' Faro Nell 
backin' the play with handkerchiefs, to pass Sal an' 
Tucson Jennie when they bursts into tears. 

'"Whatever's the matter of the East, Doc?' asks 
Boggs that evenin' in the Red Light. ' Why should it turn 
its fool back on us ? ' 

'"The cause, Dan,' says Peets, 'lies deep in the heart 
of things. The big trouble with the East is it's not only 
ignorant, like I says, but ignorant in a pin-head way of 
se'f importance. It'll prance forth an' look the West 
over, towerist fashion, through the distortin' medium 
of a Pullman kyar window, an' go back bent double 
onder the idee it's got the Western picture from foretop to 
fetlock. Also, it never seems to enter its egreegeous 
head none that, while it's been lookin' the West over, it's 
been a heap looked over by the West. The East, mental, 
is onequal to graspin' the great trooth that once you've 
come clost enough to see a party, you've come clost 
enough to be seen, an' that about the time you gets onto 
some deefect in another gent, he's spotted a imperfec 
tion or two in you.' 



"'All of which/ interjects Boggs, mighty satisfied, 
'is plumb loocid an* convincinV 

"'The East runs all the resk in this/ goes on Peets, 
measurin' out his little old forty drops. 'Nacher de 
mands a equilibrium. To be ignorant, that a-way, is 
to be in danger; to let folks know more about you than 
you knows about them, is a step towards bein' enslaved. 
Shore; people ain't sent to jail half so much for what 
they do as for what they don't know. To keep yourse'f 
plenty posted is the price of liberty.' 

"'That's whatever!' coincides Boggs, who's as faithful 
to all Peets says as a younger brother. 

"'Moreover, Dan/ concloodes Peets, 'never make 
the Eastern mistake of imaginin' you've got the only 
kodak on the lawn. While the East is snappin' the West, 
the West is capturin' the East for onlimited plates, the 
merest glimpses of which would send that besotted corner 
of the yooniverse tumblin' from its perch. Likewise, 
it would tharafter roost a mighty sight nearer the ground.' 

"This yere Professor De Puff is a case in Eastern 
p'int. Enright an* Peets is both away from camp when 
he drifts in; Peets has gone romancin' over to Prescott, 
while Enright 's trackin' 'round up to'ards Albuquerqui 
about a cattle deal. Which the commoonal scare 'ty 
of them gents is jest as well; mighty likely, if present, 
they deeplores the way we wrings amoosement from that 
phreenol'gist, an' wet-blankets the play. 

"It's at supper in the O. K. Restauraw that the Pro 
fessor begins to reap the benefit of our s'ciety. We-all 
scouts him up an' down out of the corners of our eyes, an' 



I must say his looks is ag'in him. He's got a head like a 
melon, an* tilts his soopercilious nose as though he smells 
a orchard. Also, his expression's as sour an' sodden an* 
cold as a clay farm in the month of March. It's cl'ar, 
too, he regyards us as mere four-laigged beasts of the 
field, whose meeger stock of information is confined to 
the knowledge that we're alive. 

"While Rucker is slammin* viands onto the table 
Missis Rucker redooces Rucker to the ignoble status of a 
waiter, after she recovers him back from the Apaches 
that time the Professor's glance goes rovin', some 
lofty, from one to the other of us, his manner bespeakin* 
disdain. Final, he sort o' culm'nates on Old Monte, 
who's down by the end of the table with Boggs. 

"' You're married?' says he, by way of breakin' 
ground for a talk, p'intin' meanwhile at Old Monte with 
a three-tine fork. 

"'Married?' returns Old Monte, gettin' sort o' sore. 

" That's the substance of my remark/ observes the 

"Well, you go bet the limit, sport,' says Old Monte, 
harpoonin' a slice of ham plenty dexterous, 'that any 
story you hears about me bein' married is exaggerated.' 

"Thar's no tellin' what the Professor is aimin' at in 
them observations, Texas Thompson breakin' in with a 
interruption. Texas is camped next to the Professor. 
Also the milk, that Missis Rucker is lavishin' on us, is 
of the condensed vari'ty. Which strange as it may 
break on tenderfoot y'ears, the three sparse things in a 
cow country is butter, beef an' milk that is, shore- 



enough milk. Of this yere stringy, condensed, patent- 
office kind, thar's plenty an' to spar*. 

"In the present instance, from the suspicious way the 
Professor dallies with that invention, it's plain he's 
never before been put up ag'inst condensed milk. 
Thar's a band of burros, with bed-slat ribs an' all 
mighty onkempt, vis'ble out of the open window, the 
same belongin' to a Greaser who's brought Missis 
Rucker a lay-out of mesquite roots for her stove. Texas 
takes advantage of this. He tastes the milk kind o' 
resentful, an' then p'intedly surveys the band of burros. 
At last, like his mind's made up, he leans across to Cher 
okee, an* says some fierce: 

"'The management of this yere hash j'int is either 
goin' to feed them burros more nootritious food, or I'll 
shore inaug'rate a S'ciety for the Preevention of Crooelty 
to Boarders. This yere milk is onfit for hooman con 
sumption; it tastes prickly, like it's full of cactus thorns.' 

"'Oh I don't know/ responds Cherokee, in his p'lite 
way. * Which this milk seems good to me. Anyhow, 
you can't tell nothin' by them burros' exterior.' 

"Texas keeps on tastin' an' grumblin', an' allowin' 
thar's somethin* off-color about that milk. 

"'Does it hit you right, pard?' he asks at last, comin' 
round on the Professor; 'you bein' direct from the East, 
your palate's not so benumbed an' coarse as ours.' 

"While Texas is sizin' up them burros, an' carryin* 
on so plumb bilious about the milk, the Professor's eyes 
is beginin' to roll oneasy; he's gettin' pale as a candle, 
an' shows faded about the corners of his mouth. 



" As Texas tenders the condensed milk, he starts back 
as. horrified as if it's a trant'ler. 

"'Me?' he exclaims givin' a shudderin' glance at the 
frowsy, bed-slat burros. ' I never assimilates so much as 
a drop of that lacteel flooid!' Then he sighs an' shud 
ders some more, all plenty reepugnant, an* says doleful: 
'This is a wretched reepast!' 

"'Wretched!' yells Boggs, from down at the end; 
'wretched! What miscreent allows this yere reepast is 
wretched? As a day-in-an'-day-out guest at this car'- 
vansary, I demands he be p'inted out/ 

" ' No offence is designed, sir/ says the Professor some 
shook, Boggs bein' that big an' vehement; 'an' I appeals 
to you, as a onbiased gent, if I'm jestified in all honesty 
in namin' this a best reepast/ 

"'Well/ replies Boggs, lettin' on he's strugglin' to 
hold himse'f down, 'I don't want to crowd no sport in 
deefiance of his conscience. Let me put a question; 
meanwhile, warnin' you-all that in so doin' I'm taxin' 
my sens'bilities to the utmost. Assoomin' as you says' 
yere Boggs leans his elbows on the table, an' gazes at 
the Professor plumb sinister 'that the bounties now 
freightin' this yere board comprises a wretched reepast, 
I asks in all forbearance be you willin' to confess it's still 
the best wretched reepast you ever tackles?' 

" ' Yes/ replies the Professor after a pause, an' speakin' 
slow an' worried; 'I thinks I may adopt your verbiage, 
an' deescribe it as the best wretched reepast of which I 

"Boggs he'ps himse'f to some can tomatters like he's 



satisfied, while the Professor softly shoves his cha'r back 
an* withdraws. Later, I sees him t'arin' into smoked 
herrin's an' crackers in the New York Store. 

"It's Missis Rucker who onfolds to us how the Pro 
fessor's goin' to give a lecture on phreenol'gy. 

"'He's monstrous sagacious, that a-way,' says Missis 
Rucker, 'an' can lay b'ar any individyooal's past, pres 
ent or footure by simply feelin' his bumps a whole lot. 
I believes it, too, for I recalls hearin' Doc Peets say thar's 
a heap in phreenorgy. I reckons I'll have him thumb 
Rucker's head some. My husband's always been a 
puzzle to me, an' yere's a chance to solve the myst'ry of 

"'Then we may expect you at the exercises this 
evenin'?' remarks Boggs, lookin' disapp'inted. 

" ' No,' says Missis Rucker, ' I regrets I can't come none. 
Little Enright Peets has done been took with the measles, 
an' Jen invites me an' Nell yere to come over after supper, 
for comfort an' consultations. I'll ask Dave Tutt to 
take Rucker, an' ride herd on him while the Professor 
makes a round-up of his bumps. He'll write out what 
he finds on a chart, so yereafter I has it ever handy when 
Rucker deevelopes a new kink.'" 



THIS all happens way back in the earlier hours of 
the camp, when Wolfville's in its swaddlin' clothes. 
The Professor, spyin' about for a hall, pitches on 
what's left of the old Lady Gay S'loon. Which said 
structchoor is that edifice of barn-boards an' sixteen- 
ounce tent-cloth our long-ago Colonel slams up, when 
he opens shop alongside Hamilton's dance hall, an' 
meanly seeks to maverick the latter gent's toones, an' 
pull off fandangoes to the stolen strains of his fiddles. 
As you remembers, that pestif'rous Colonel economist 
don't last; an', when the Professor shows up, thar's his 
empty sheebang preecisely like he leaves it. Bein' a 
money-savin' soul, an' seein' he gets the Lady Gay for 
nothin', the Professor announces he'll lecture what he 
calls 'Give a Readin" tharin. The excitement is 
schedyooled for second drink time in the evenin*. 

" By behests of Missis Rucker, delivered before her an' 
Faro Nell lines out to see about them measles little En- 
right Peets is sufferin' with, Rucker packs in a table an' 
all the cha'rs from the O. K. House, by way of fittin' up 
the Lady Gay for the Professor. The table's up front, 
with a karosene lamp an' a skull, the skull constitootin' 
part of the Professor's reg'lar lay-out. Thar's four 



other karosene lamps about the walls which gives plenty 
of light, an* all a heap sumptuous. 

" Jack Moore, who in the absence of Enright an* Peets 
puts it up he'll preeside by virchoo of his office as kettle 
tender, takes a seat at the table with the Professor. 
Bein' seated, he scowls about in a forbiddin' way, an' 
reequests order to prevail. 

"'You murderers set plumb quiet now/ says Jack, 
layin' his two guns on the table with a deal of clatter, 
'or I'll mow you down in red an' smokin' swaths. Mean 
while, let me introdooce to your fav'rable notice one 
whose name as scientist, savant an' gent, by every fireside 
between the oceans, is a household word. I need 
skurcely say I alloodes to the lecturer of the evenin', the 
cel'brated Professor De Bluff.' 

"'Not Bluff,' whispers the Professor mighty piteous; 

"Shore! I begs pardon,' says Jack; 'Puff of course.' 
Then to us out in the cha'rs : ' I gets my stack down wrong, 
gents; allow me to present Professor De Puff. His 
lecture is to be on "Heads, an' Heads in Gen'ral," the 
same 'llustrated by a public readin' of the bumps of 
Mister Rucker.' 

"The Professor gazes askance at Jack's guns, an' 
rises to his feet. 'I was promised,' he says, 'a subject 
for this evenin's exper'ment a Mister Rucker. May 
I ask is thar a Mister Rucker with us?' 

"'Yere's your victim,' says Tutt, shovin' Rucker to 
the front by the scruff of his neck, Rucker twistin' an' 
turnin' like a mortified bobcat tryin' to get at Tutt. 



'Thar's the abandoned wretch!' goes on Tutt, flingin' 
Rucker into a seat like he's a bag of bran. 'Paw the 
old profligate over, an' give a waitin' public the 

"The Professor puts a good face on it, though he's 
appalled by Tutt's voylence. He steps to the end of the 
table where Rucker's been planted, an' is organizin' to 
begin when Boggs climbs to his feet. 

" ' Mister Cha'rman,' says Boggs, * prior to this learned 
shorthorn soilin' his fingers on the head of that low- 
down spec'men of the peasantry which Mister Tutt has 
jest drug up, I'd like him to give me the troo inwardness 
of a bump of onyoosual magnitoode, which I myse'f 

"'Speakin' personal,' returns Jack, *I certainly offers 
no objections. Which if Professor De Snuff I asks 
your forb'arance, I should say Puff is willin' to waste 
his time on sech felons as you, he may do so. Only' 
yere Jack p'ints his finger at Boggs plenty om'nous 
* don't onbelt in any rannikaboo breaks. You knows 
my offishul motto: "Corpses is models of quietood an' 
good order." 3 

"Upon Boggs' approachin' the table, the Professor 
who's been set breathin' rather quick by Jack's fulm'n- 
ations, allows he's plumb willin' to consider Boggs' 
case. The day before, in comin' over a swell at a hand- 
gallop, Boggs' pony gets it's laig in a badger hole, an' 
it an' Boggs goes rollin' down hill all tangled up. In 
scramblin' to its four hoofs, the pony raps Boggs on the 
top of the head some emphatic with its knee, an' leaves 



a lump the size of a lemon. Which it's this yere excres 
cence Boggs submits to the Professor. 

"'Cut loose/ says Boggs, 'an* give this yere enlight 
ened gatherin' the froots of your manipyoolations.' 

"'That's the bump of firmness/ says the Professor, 
fingerin' away at Boggs' head. 'You're as immov'ble 
as the everlastin' hills ! The deevelopment is wonderful ! ' 

"'Firmness!' says Boggs. 'Immov'ble! Well I 
should say as much! Gibralter's on wheels to me! 
Likewise, let me offer congratchoolations, Professor, 
on your perspicac'ty. That swellin', which you reads 
like a printed page in one whirl of the wheel, baffles an' 
sets at naught the best intellecks of two hem'spheres.' 

"Boggs grasps the Professor's hand, who yields the 
same reluctant, an* is preparin* to say more when 
Cherokee speaks up from the audience. 

'"Mister Pres'dent/ he says, 'I shore trusts you'll dis 
miss, to his proper seat, that drunken boor with the 
swellin' on his head, an* forbid him to annoy this assem 
blage no further.' 

"Boggs whirls on Cherokee like a insulted grizzly, 
but before he can make a reply, Jack comes down on 
him with a cocked Colt's-45. 

"'That'll do/ says Jack. 'Another yelp, an' I'll 
blow your light out! Don't forget that the day so far 
has proved for me a barren one; I ain't beefed no one 
none as yet.' 

"As Boggs retires in silence to his seat, Jack lays down 
his weepon ag'in, an* waves his hand towards the Pro 



"' Professor De Guff I means Puff will now pro 
ceed with the deal/ he says. Then to the Professor: 
'Get busy with that old mule-thief's cocoanut before 
these yere outlaws makes another start. If possible, 
I'd shore admire to go through the evenin' without 
bumpin' somebody off.' 

1 ' Mister Cha'rman an' gents,' says the Professor, restin' 
one hand aff'bly on Rucker's shoulder. 'I wish I could 
also add "ladies;" but sech is out of the question, since 
none of the gentler sex is with us this evenin/ havin* 
been called as ministerin' angels to the pillow of infantile 
sickness. However, as I was sayin' : Mister Pres'dent an' 
gents, phreenoPgy, of which I may say I'm a loominous 
exponent, receives its earlier impulse as a science onder 
the astoote auspices of a philos'pher named Fowler. 
Perhaps I can best demonstrates the poss'bilities of 
phreenol'gy by proceedin' without further delays to a 
examination of the craniyum of Mister Rucker, who's 
been contreebooted for that purpose by his esteemable 

"Yere the Professor plays over Rucker's head with 
his fingers, the same as if it's a keyboard of a piano. 
At last he looks up, confident an' cheerful, an' says: 

( ' Correct me if I'm wrong, gents. My investigations 
pronounces this yere craniyum to be that of a congen'tal 
crim'nal intensified by drink.' 

"'Who you callin' a crim'nal?' demands Rucker in 
hurt tones. 

'"Now don't you go to runnin' any blazers!' breaks 
in Jack, addressin' Rucker an* reachin' for his six- 



shooters. ' Who's he callin' a criminal? Which he's 
callin' you a crim'nal; an', considerin' how you steals 
them mules up by Fort Union, I holds it's a mighty 
legit'mate epithet.' 

"'But I never steals no private mules,' protests pore 
Rucker. 'Them mules is gov'ment mules; I gets 'em 
off a ambyoolance four of 'em.' 

'"None the less,' says Jack, 'speakin' technicle it's 
crim'nal. Professor De Muff's, excoose me, Puff's 
entirely ackerate in his employment of terms. Roll 
your game, Professor. Don't mind the subject; he's 
locoed an' never has no sense no how.' 

"Rucker glowers at Jack, but don't say nothin', an' 
the Professor resoomes his discourse. 

"As I was sayin',' observes the Professor; 'thisyere's 
the head of a born crim'nal intens'fied by drink, an' 
the words is hardly out of my mouth when they receives 
flatterin' corrob'ration, an' it's shown how this onmiti- 
gated bandit purloins a quartette of mules.' 

"'Mister Cha'rman,' breaks in Texas, 'I rises to a 
question of priv'lege. Which if this yere jacklaig 
phreenol'gist is goin' to give evidence of any mule 
larcenies, I demands he be sworn. Low an' onworthy 
as Rucker is, he all the same has got his rights.' 

"'An' I gives notice right yere,' shouts Tutt, leapin' 
to his feet an' makin' a lunge to get at Texas, the same 
bein' frustrated by Cherokee who holds him back, 'that 
I pays my four-bits at the door to hear the lukyoobrations 
of this bump-sharp; an' I don't propose bein' swindled 
out of 'em by no noisy an' resoundin' four-flush from 



Texas. Cherokee, let me go! Which nothin' but his 
heart'll do me now!' 

"'Set down! both of you tarrapins!' roars Jack. 
' Be you seekin' to coerce me into sheddin' blood ? Set 
down, or I'll fill you both as full of lead as Joplin an' 
Galena! Which I won't tell you ag'in! Professor 
De Stuff, or Puff, or Muff, or whatever his brand is, '11 
have a fine story to carry East about the manners of 
this camp! A passel of Digger Injuns is Chesterfields 
to you prairie dogs!' 

"This yere last outburst between Tutt an' Texas so 
discourages the Professor he allows he reckons he'll pack 

" 'It seems imposs'ble to go on!' he says, 'an' we every 
moment on the verge of spillin' hooman life. Which 
we're as ones balanced on the brink of a precipice drippin' 
gore! Wharf ore, I thinks I'll end my lecture before 
murder ensoos. Shorely, it's better thus.' 

"'I thinks not!' returns Jack, grim an' prompt. 'If 
you-all figgers, Professor, this outfit's that soopine as to 
let you announce a phreenol'gy lecture, win out four-bits 
per capitty at the door, ondertake a readin' of Rucker's 
head, an' then, when you've got the old ruffian half ex 
pounded, that a-way, an' our cur'osity keyed to concert 
pitch, fold up your layout an' pull your freight,, your 
estimates of us is erroneous to the frontiers of the false. 
Thar's folks gone to the windmill with a lariat round 
their necks for less ! ' 

"Onderstand!' hastily exclaims the Professor, agit 
ated plumb through by Jack's long speech, the same 



bein' reeled off with amazin' sperit ' onderstand, gents, 
it all rests with you! If it's the general voice, I'll be only 
too proud to proceed.' 

"'You're all right, Professor,' speaks up Boggs by 
way of encouragements. ' Don't let these yere bloviatin' 
groundlin's buffalo you a little bit. They ain't any of 
'em killed more'n ten, nor skelped more'n six. Go on 
an' toot your horn. Which I'm with you to the death!' 

"After a spell, the Professor gets his nerves ca'med 
down, an' cl'ars his throat for a fresh start. Runnin' 
his hand over the r'ar of Rucker's head, he remarks: 
'Which we come now to philoprogin'tiveness. In that 
interestin* connection, I can best expound what I de 
sires by tellin' a story. It's back in Topeka in the 
commonwealth of Kansas, an' I'm examinin' the cranial 
deevelopments of a Osage Injun, who's been lured to the 
evenin's readin's by a one dollar bill. I ought to impart 
to you-alls that, onder the beenign inflooences of a higher 
edjoocation, I not only onfolds as a phreenol'gist but 
blossoms, speritchooal, to sech heights I becomes a 
foremost figger among the age's philanthropists, an' a 
firm believer in the yooniversal brotherhood of man. 
By the light of this explanation, you perceives without 
puttin' me to the blushin' immodesty of statin' the fact 
in person, that I deetects no difference in races, but treats 
a Injun exackly the same as if he's a white man.' 

"'Hold on!' says Tutt, 'Mister Cha'rman, I cannot let 
sech sent'ments pass. Lest what the learned sport jest 
utters has mal-effects on the younger elements of this 
gatherin', I rises to say that treatin* a Injun as if he's a 



white man is like treatin' a coyote as if he's a collie dog. 
Beautiful as a abstraction, it cannot be applied to a 
sheep country.' 

"'As mod'rator of this meetin',' observes Jack, beatin' 
on the table with one of his guns same as he's seen En- 
right, 'if I don't exert the full majesty of my p'sition, 
to put the kybosh on the gent who's jest broke loose, it's 
because I agrees heart an' soul with his remarks. Which 
Injuns is shore p'isen; an' every right-thinkin' husband, 
brother, son an' father'll employ his leesure in downin' 
all he can. Havin' deefmed myse'f, an' added the mite 
of my pore endorsements to the test'mony of Mister Tutt, 
we will now rack along with the play. Professor De 

"'Puff, sir, Puff if you please!' interrupts the Pro 
fessor in pleadin' tones. 

" ' Didn't I say " Puff ? " ' asks Jack. ' I shore intends 
to. However on with the dance, let joy be onconfined. 
You was speakin' about that Topeka savage, Professor.' 

"'Thar's present on the stage with me,' re-begins the 
Professor, 'a em'nent Creole from Noo Orleans.' 

"Cree-owl!' repeats Boggs. 'In order that I grasps 
this harangue in its utmost as we goes sashayin' along, 
let me inquire if cree-owls is same as squinch owls ? ' 

"What barb'rous onenlightenment!' exclaims Texas, 
in onmeasured scorn. ' Man, a Creole ain't no fowl, it's a 
animal. I ketches one alive once, an' is raisin' it as a 
pet; but I has to kill it, the neighbors claimin' it keeps 
'em awake nights with its howls.' 

"Go on!' says Jack, grindin' his teeth an' bendin' a 
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malignant eye on Boggs an* Texas, 'go on with your 
pesterin'! I sees it comin'! You'll weary me to where 
I'll massacre you both, or I'm a Si wash!' 

"Thar's no tellin' where Boggs an' Texas'll wind up, 
if Rucker don't cut in. Scowlin' up at the Professor, 
he says: 

"You-all uses language about me to-night I don't 
take from no one but my wife. Whatever do you mean 
by denouncin' me as a congen'tal crim'nal?' 

"'Softly, friend!' replies the Professor; 'before I'm 
through, it's my pious purpose to show you how to purify 
your nacher an* make it white as snow. It's but to 
prostrate yourse'f at the throne. Hope on! The 
mercy of heaven is infinite; it forgives the thief on the 
cross ! ' 

'"Which you're certainly a compl'mentary galoot!' 
says Rucker in high dudgeon; 'an', so soon as ever I 
escapes from yere, I'll give you a argyooment you'll 
despise. No sech limber-jim as you is goin' to go on 
aspersin' me like this, an' live.' 

"'Come, Professor,' urges Jack, 'get this yere homily 
dealt down to the turn. I've app'inted myse'f to onbend 
in some slaughterin' when you're finished, an' I lusts to 
commence.' Then, to the audience: 'Gents, let me 
labor with you-all for decency an' order. Sev'ral of you 
is nearin' death, an' it'll be more seemly if you preserves 
some appearance of dignity doorin' your last moments on 
y 'earth. Professor De Scruff what do I say! Puff 
will now onbuckle for the wind-up.' 

"'Well,' observes the Professor, drawin' a harassed 



breath, ' as I turns to the Creole, a person whose name is 
onimportant ' 

"'I'm shore sorry to interfere,' remarks Cherokee, as 
suave as a dancin' master, 'but I fails to gather in that 
last. What did you say, Professor, is the name of the 

"'I says his name is onimportant/ observes the Pro 
fessor, plumb desp'rate. 

"'I knows a party,' vouchsafes Boggs, 'whose name 
is Orin Portant; but he's lynched over in Socorro.' 

"'This is too much!' cries Jack, graspin' his artillery. 
' Everybody fill his hand ! I'm the onmixed son of des 
olation, an' it's yere an' now I enters upon my c'lamitous 
an' devastatin' march!' 

"As Jack utters the last word, both his guns go off 
together, an' the bombardment sets in with a crash. 
It's a riotous medley of flash an' roar! Every man jack 
is blazin' away with two six-shooters, the sides an' roof is 
plugged as full of holes as a colander, an' the effect is all 
that could be wished. With the first shot all the lamps 
blinks out; thar we be in the dark a powder-smokin' 
pandemoneyum of gun-fire an' uproar! 

"As the foosilade fetches loose, the Professor gives one 
disparin' yell an* starts to plow his way through. Pistols 
bark an' spit about his shrinkin' y'ears, an' each time it 
augments his enthoosiasm. Slight an' paper-backed 
as he is, onder the spur of a great desire, he parts the 
crowd like water, breshin' aside sech minor obstructions 
as Boggs an' Tutt an' Texas as though they're no more'n 
shadows. In the end he escapes, howlin' an' screechin', 



into the street. No, he don't eemerge through no door; 
he's got 'way beyond doors! He simply t'ars the entire 
front out of the old Lady Gay, an' vanishes into the 
night. We marks his flight by y'ear. He gets further 
an' further off to'ards the north, runnin' like a antelope, 
evolvin' a screech with every leap, an' leavin' a screamin' 
tail like a vocal comet behind. 

"'This yere,' says Boggs in his whole-souled hearty 
way, as he desists from his labors, ' constitootes what I 
regyards as a perfect evenin'. I now moves we rendesvoos 
at the Red Light without annoyin' delays. Which this 
yere salt-peter in the atmosphere shore renders me as dry 
as any powder horn.' 

"'It's absoloote ver'ty, gents!' declares the Professor 
a heap breathless to them sports in Tucson, which mee- 
trop'lis he reaches next evenin'. 'That onbaptized 
group of murderers an' man-eaters called Wolfville is 
no more! I stays till the finish, an' makes a nose to nose 
canvass of the corpses. It's as I tells you : forty dead an' 
fourteen hundred wounded past recovery.' " 



WITH us her name is always 'Missis Bill/" 
observed the Old Cattleman, his manner 
betraying a respect so deep it trenched 
on reverence, "while his is 'Cash Box Billy.' As a 
household, they don't remain long enough to get reelly 
rooted among us none, seein' they're promoted by the 
Express Company, inside of six months, to a p'sition 
twict as good some'ers up about the Dalls. At that their 
stay is s'fficient so we always recalls Cash Box with feel- 
in's of friendly regyard, while as to Missis Bill we never 
hears that matron's name without takin' off our hats. 

"Which the conjoogal example of that remark'ble 
pa'r becomes a never-flaggin' argyooment in the mouth 
of Missis Rucker, on them occasions she engages in j'int 
deebate with Peets an' mebby Texas, touchin' the 
blessin's to flow from lady soopremacy in the fam'ly. 
" * Matrimonyal success/ says Missis Rucker, 'is to be 
secoored only when the wife's the onchecked head of the 
house. Her motives is purer, her intellects is stronger, 
her nacher is cleaner strain, an besides she's got more 
sense.' Sayin' which, Missis Rucker commonly falls 
back on Missis Bill an' Cash Box, as beyond cavil es- 
tablishin' her claims. 



"Shore; sech dispootations is freequent, for Texas 
feels plenty deep as to wedlock, him havin' suffered, 
while Peets likes to do it for relaxation. As to Missis 
Rucker, I figgers sometimes her conscience pricks her con- 
cernin' Rucker; an' its to jestify herse'f to herse'f, more'n 
anything else, she indulges in them discussions. Now an' 
then Boggs, who's easy moved, gets excited an' onloads 
a few blurred views. Nacherally, they don't count none, 
bein' nothin' more'n a re-hash of what Peets already 
utters, Boggs holdin' an' rightful that Peets is the 
intellectchooal colossus of the Southwest. 

"Them bickers is a heap edifyin'; an' for myse'f, 
while I'm never that courageous I takes part, I likes 
to set an' listen. Speakin' gen'ral, they comes off at 
chuck time across the table at the O. K. House, Missis 
Rucker feedin' sometimes along with us; an' its shore 
entertainin', after she evolves some speshul reason, provin' 
how the best of husbands is mere six-spots in the marital 
deck that a-way, seldom high or low an' never jack nor 
game, to see her turn on Rucker who's waitin' on the 
outfit an' say: 

"'You go round up some rice puddin'; an' see that 
them Mexicans in the kitchen don't hold out none on the 
raisins neither!' 

"Rucker'll be glowerin' like a indignant hedgehawg 
behind Missis Rucker's back, but you bet he don't let her 
ketch him at it. She's got him that redooced, all he dar's 
say is ' Yes'm!' mighty tame an' obedient, as he vamoses 
in quest of them viands. 

" Why don't I never take no sides ? What's the good 


of me gettin' all chawed up over questions which, from my 
onmarried standpoint is wholly academic? Not but 
what I has opinions; for I holds then, as I holds now, that 
a household don't necessarily mean a tandem, an* thar's 
sech a thing in nacher as husband an' wife travellin' 
abreast. Still, I ain't so simple as to go expressin' these 
yere beliefs. Which Missis Rucker an' Peets an' Texas 
that a-way, their blood bein' up, would make me look 
like a hen partridge at a mass-meetin' of minks! 

"'You onderstands,' Texas'd say, 'I don't counsel 
no gent to wed; speshully when the lady's bent on bein' 
range boss for the outfit. Still, if a gent's that perverse, 
he might jest as well shet his eyes an' go it blind. He can 
gamble no matter who he marries, he'll wake up some 
off-mornin' an* find she's someone else. Do you-all 
reckon,' he goes on, gettin' excited an' backin' up on his 
own pers'nal injuries 'do you-all reckon my Laredo 
wife acts prior like she does later on? Well I should 
shore say not!' 

"'Whatever does she do, Texas?' asks Faro Nell, 
who's plenty inquis'tive. 

"'What does she do?' repeats Texas. 'Nell, before 
I espouses that lady, butter 'd freeze in her mouth. 
Turtle doves is hen-hawks by compar'son! Two weeks 
after, she goes hectorin' round about ten thousand dollars 
I has cached in the bank. She weeps night an' day, an' 
allows through her tears that it ought to be in her name 
same as mine; then if I blinks out inadvertent, she protects 
herse'f, her check bein' good.' 

"'An' whatever is your reply?' asks Nell. 


"'What would any bliss-locoed mav'rick reply?' 
returns Texas, mighty sore. 'Which I'm that fatuous 
I yields. An* Nell, the next mornin' after I puts that 
treasure in both our names, she trapses down to the 
bank, draws out the entire roll, an* slaps it into another 
bank to her own sole use an' behoof, barrin' me complete.' 

"'An' then?" Boggs breaks in, Texas pausin' to up 
lift himse'f mod 'rate with a calabash of Old Jordan. 

'"An then?' repeats Texas, full of scorn. 'Thar 
ain't no then ! When I goes pirootin' round to that money 
institootion, aimin' to lay ba'r her perfidy an' recover 
my rights, the cashier turns hostile at me from inside 
his brass cage, an' whangs away with a six-shooter, 
allowin' I'm out to rob the safe.' 

"An' don't your wife offer no explanations?' pursoos 

'"Shore! She's like Missis Rucker, an' defends her 
game on the ground she's got more sense than me.' 

"'Moreover,' interjecks Missis Rucker, smoothin'down 
her bib, plumb satisfied, 'while it's no part of the O. K. 
Restauraw's economy, to go round harrassin' the boarders 
without doo cause, an' although this yere Laredo lady's 
strange to me entire, it's my idee she proves it.' 

"'That ain't all,' groans Texas, not heedin' Missis 
Rucker; 'after she cleans me up for my bundle, she gives 
it out that, onless I'm round home more evenin's, she'll 
seequestrate my clothes. Tharupon I resolves to beat 
her to it. I throws my duds into a big chest, puts on a 
padlock, an hides the key. Gents, it never bothers her a 
bit! She simply claps on another padlock alongside of 



mine, an' thar, in one move, she has me out on a desolate 
limb! After sech heartless exploits, do you-all wonder 
how, matrimonyal, I'm plumb ready to pack in ? Why 
I welcomes that divorce, same as a lifer down at Hunts- 
ville does a pardon!' 

"'The trouble, Texas/ says Enright, his tones gentle, 
him feelin' sorry for Texas 'the trouble is you're some 
too old when she ties you down. Husbands, to get best 
results, must be caught young.' 

"'Old!' exclaims Texas. 'Why, I'm only forty-one 
when I'm entrapped.' 

"'Which is twenty years too late!' persists Enright. 
'Take a yooth of twenty-one, an' saw him off on some 
lady not otherwise engaged, an' it's odds on thar's no more 
trouble to come of it than between a kitten an' a sasser 
of warm milk. At twenty-one, hooman nacher is like wet 
buckskin, an' stretches or shrinks as occasion reequires.' 

"But to hark back: Cash Box Billy is the money 
gent for the Express Company. Thar's two people at 
the express office, Cash Box an' a darklin' party whose 
name is Andy Ball. Because this latter sport's the color 
of a Mexican, with black eyes an' black ha'r, an' has be 
sides a sort o' midnight manner, we calls him, indiscrim'n- 
ate, 'Black Andy' an' 'Black Ball/ Boggs favorin' the 
latter, him claimin' that the sight of Black Ball makes 
him feel like a loser. 

"Black Ball bein' single, that a-way, don't have no wife, 
while Cash Box is a married gent of thirty years standin', 
bein' acquired former by Missis Bill at the age Enright 
recommends. Him an' Black Ball takes charge of the ex- 



press office in yoonison, the company shiftin' the coyotes, 
who's been holdin' down the play, to sityooations East. 

" When Cash Box comes romancin' along, we nacher- 
ally looks him over plumb severe. An for good an' s'ffi- 
cient reasons, we usin' the Express Company same as if 
it's a bank. It's thar we mows away our sooperfluous 
money, said wealth Cherokee keepin' his bankroll 
thar, same as the balance of us commonly mountin' to 
as good as eighty thousand dollars. 

"The Express Company tucks this yere treasure away 
in a steel box inside the big safe, Cash Box packin' the 
only key. Bein' he's the party, tharfore, app'inted to 
ride herd on our wealth, an' sech mir'cles havin' been 
heard of as the gent thus distinguished evaporatin' with 
the riches committed to his charge, we-all regyards Cash 
Box mighty intent, when he first blows in, strivin' to get a 
idee of what resks we're up ag'inst. Which the more we 
considers Cash Box, the more secoore we begins to feel. 
One look into that honest easy-goin' face of his stam 
pedes every doubt. 

"The same can't be uttered none consernin' Black 
Ball. In spite of him bein' soft-voiced an' aff'ble, he's 
that sinister as to set you reachin' for a copper every time 
circumstances compels you to place a bet on him. Don't 
you ever notice that in folks, son? Thar's people you 
trusts at the drop of the hat; thar's others from whom 
your s'picions never lifts their eyes. Explain it ? When 
I do I'll explain why you makes a pet of sheep dogs an' 
not of snakes. Every gent in camp breathes freer, when 
we learns how Black Ball ain't goin'to be tangled up, per- 



s'nal, with our diner -o. Which we'd sooner have took 
chances on totin' it in our boots! 

"Black Ball's dead now, an' it shore don't become me 
none to go speakin' ill of any gent over whom the grass 
is wavin's, but between us, before Black Ball goes with 
the Express Company, he's a lawyer at the Noo York 
bar. However, he's took the big dark jump, so let it 
slide; thar's no use rakin' up a onforchoonate past. He 
shore quits bein' a Noo York lawyer a whole lot before 
ever we meets up with him, an* who shall say he ain't 
actchooated of reepentance an' a impulse to reform? 
Notwithstandin' he's out for the camp's bundle when 
bumped off by Missis Bill, I sees no reason to deeprive 
him of this yere doubt. 

" Cash Box is bald, an' five feet tall, an' his face is as 
round an' open as a bull's eye watch. What he lacks in 
physical elevation, he makes up in breadth an' depth, 
an' if he was to get knocked over, he wouldn't fall, he'd 
roll. Besides, he's as bland an' even-tempered as a 
Joone night, an' no more donnin' airs or puttin' on a 
bulge than a bunch of voylets. 

" Missis Bill don't look no more like Cash Box than a 
queen of clubs. She's a head taller, raw-boned, onstinted 
as to hands an' feet, a jaw like the rock of ages, an' thin 
wispy ha'r all streaked of gray. She's had the smallpox 
too, an' shows it; an' some'ers along the trail she's gone 
shy a eye. All told, thar's reason for assoomin', with 
Jack Moore, that Cash Box, when he resolves to wed her, 
comes to sech concloosion by candle light. 

" An' yet, thar's somethin' mighty good an' reefreshin* 


about Missis Bill. That one optic burns an' beams with 
a steady gen'rous gleam that's shore fed from the heart 
direct, an' like a light in a window shines out through the 
dark for troubled people who have lost their way. Every 
soul in the outfit likes Misses Bill; an', as for little En- 
right Peets, he nacherally dotes on her. An* well that 
blessed infant may! She stuffs him with sweet-meats 
an' del'cacies to that degree he grows ten pounds heavier 
in two weeks, an' alarms the camp. Peets has to give 
him drugs. 

"Most of all, Missis Bill looks after Cash Box. She 
not only directs but she transacts his destinies, an' is to 
him in all things owner, mother, wife an* slave. He 
w'ars what she says, eats what she provides, sleeps when 
she tells him to, gets up when she calls, an* daylight or 
dark, sun-up or sun-down, lives an' breathes an' comes 
an* goes by her decrees. 

"An* Cash Box likes it. Talk of infatchooations; 
why Cash Box is simply wropped up in Missis Bill! 
That lady's his religion! 

"'Ain't Missis Bill the limit?' he says, joyful to the 
edge of eediocy; 'ain't she the mother of all flowers?' 

"'Right you be, Cash Box!" Faro Nell replies, for 
Nell's pleased at him thinkin' so much of Missis Bill. 
'She's every thing you says! Ain't Missis Bill plumb 
lovely, Cherokee?' 

"'Missis Bill's a green tree an' a fountain!' Cherokee 
returns; 'she's shore the shadow of a great rock in a 
weary land!' 

"'Thar's folks,' goes on Cash Box, who's encouraged 


by Nell's enthoosiasm, an' Cherokee backin' her play, 
'who laughs, an' allows I'm henpecked. Do I give 'em 
a argyooment at sech times? Never! Which I'm 
merely proud! I glories to be pecked by sech a hen!' 

"'An' see how she takes care of you!' exclaims Nell. 
' If you're her own infant child, you couldn't be in stronger 
than you be!' 

"'That's whatever!' echoes Cash Box; 'that's what I 
weds her for to be took care of. Before I hooks up 
with that one-eyed angel, I'm crawlin' out o' one hole only 
to fall into another twict as deep. Life's made up of 
them holes. Since she took charge of me, I've been 
campin' on the high ground an' livin' on the fat. Why- 
ever shouldn't I mind her smokes ? Missis Bill's forgot 
more'n I know. She saveys more in a minute than 
sech tarrapins as me does in a month of Sundays. Some 
folks takes out insurance pol'cies; I takes out a marriage 
licence, an' yoonites with Missis Bill. That's me! 
that's cunnin' old Cash Box every time!' 

"'Which Cash Box,' exclaims Boggs, who's emotional 
an' gets freequent swept away 'which Cash Box is 
certainly the finest little fat man whose trail I ever cuts ! ' 

"'You bet your guns I be!' replies Cash Box. 'Also, 
a pet fox is foolish alongside of me ! An' all, onderstand 
me, by virchoo of Missis Bill. When I'm with her, I 
walks by the light of her glance; when I'm away, I feels 
she's thar jest the same like the stars at noon, invis'ble 
mebby, but shinin' on serene an' white an' steady! Oh 
I knows my business; thar ain't a moment I don't go 
needin' Missis Bill, Shore, I'm strong like a hoss; but I 



reequires Missis Bill to hitch me up an' drive me, before 
ever I can haul a load. I'm same as a steel spring; I 
has to be pressed down in order to exert my strength, an' 
Missis Bill's that pressure. An' lib'ral ? She ain't no 
one to go muzzlin' the ox when he treadeth out the corn. 
Not much! When her an' me's discussin' rum, I ups 
an' says: "Old lady; how about me quilin' 'round four 
libations of a evenin'? Don't you reckon four is 
plenty ? " Missis Bill ponders some, an' shakes her head : 
"Make it five, Cash Box," she says; "thar's luck in odd 
numbers, an* that fifth hooker won't never down you 
none." As for Fo'th of Jooly an' Christmas, at sech 
seasons she takes my hobbles off an' throws me loose, 
free to become as scand'lous as I likes.' 

"'Thar's no doubt about it!' coincides Boggs, mighty 
fervent; 'Missis Bill has got the right idee!' 

"'What amooses me,' continyoos Cash Box, who's 
thar with the goods about Missis Bill as long as folks'll 
listen 'what amooses me is how some people expects 
I'm goin* to be ashamed because I'm run by Missis Bill. 
Why it's my boast! my one best bet! Once thar's a 
editor person who waxes facetious about it, an' prints 
in his paper: 

"*C h B x is a careful bird, 
He won't so much as cheep, 
Nor ever dare to breathe a word, 
Except his wife's asleep.' 

" ' Do I grow weary or sore ? On the contrary I seeks 
out that son of the mooses, an' offers ten dollars a stanza 
for more, an' go as far as he likes.' 



"It's about fifth drink time in the evenin' when Cash 
Box onfurls the last, an* the same bein' her custom 
constant Missis Bill floats by the Red Light door. It's 
the regular signal; Cash Box up-ends his glass, an* 
meanders forth. An' so, side by side, they p'ints away 
into the dark for their one storey wickeyup, out on the 
edge of town, Missis Bill holdin' 'ffectionately by Cash 
Box's arm, an' him skurce up to her shoulder. 

"'Look at 'em!" exclaims Peets, full of admiration; 
' look at 'em, Sam! Which they've got Paul an' Virginny 
wiped plumb off the pampas!' 

"'They certainly be calk'lated,' returns Enright, 'to 
excite envy in single folks.' ' 


MISSIS Bill is born in Texas, which let me say in 
passin' is a mighty turgid commonwealth. 
Also, while she's roast apples an* cream to 
wards Cash Box an' the rest of us, she fully jestifies that 
Lone Star emanation. She can protect herse'f as well as 
Cash Box, saveys a six-shooter as complete as ever she 
saveys a needle, an* shoots as fine as she sews. One 
mornin' a rapid fire foosilade breaks out over back of 
the Cash Box shack. Thar ain't a gent in camp could 
have shook them loads out quicker, not even Cherokee. 

"'It's all right/ says Texas, comin' up; 'it's only 
Missis Bill. She opens on a rattlesnake, whose pitched 
camp on her door step, an' she shore does bust him up a 
heap! That fool reptile's in seven pieces before ever he 
c'llects his wits. She's certainly some nimble with a 
Colt's-45, is Missis Bill; it looks like she not only w'ars 
the trousers, but packs the gun.' 

"Like everybody else in town, onless it's Cash Box, 
Missis Bill ain't got no use for Black Ball. Cash Box 
himse'f is sort o' fond of Black Ball. Of course this yere 
leanin' on the part of Cash Box don't mean nothin', 
him bein' that egreegiously sunny he's fond of everybody 
fond of Mexicans fond even of Rucker. An' he 



does his best to indooce Missis Bill to stand for Black 
Ball; but no, it ain't in the deck. She can't bring her- 
se'f to so much as tol'rate him. 

"'An' why not?' asks Cash Box. 'Tell me, so I 
won't like him none myse'f.' 

"'No,' returns Missis Bill, 'thar's no sense in doin' 
that. You go on likin' him; I'd like to like him if I 
could, but I can't. Somehow thar's that about him 
which reeminds one powerful of Davy Crockett's log, 
which stick of timber's that crooked it couldn't lay still. 
An' yet, Cash Box, I don't hold this Black Bail reespons- 
'ble for my feelin' averse to him. I reckons he can't no 
more he'p bein' dislikeable that a-way, than I can he'p 
dislikin' him. Only Cash Box,' concloods Missis Bill, 
plenty serious, 'don't trust him don't take no chance on 
him!' An' nacherally, sech bein' his habit, Cash Box 
allows he won't. 

'You knows me, Missis Bill,' he says; 'you're onto 
the lovin' curves of your little Cash Box! You speaks, 
I jumps; that's my system! Also, it goes either way, an* 
black is white or chalk is cheese accordin* as you says.' 

"Wharupon Missis Bill bestows upon Cash Box one 
of them looks that means pie three times a day, an', 
after kissin' her so it sounds like a pony's foot in the mud, 
Cash Box goes pirootin' off to the express office on the 
trail of them daily dooties. An' yet all that bluff about 
him not trustin' Black Ball is, so far as Cash Box is con 
cerned, a waste of words, as none is onto better than 
Missis Bill herse'f. Cash Box don't know what the 
word 's'picion' means; he's born that blind. Which. 
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he's that confidin' he'd set a rattlesnake to dry-nuss a 
baby jackrabbit, an' then be plumb puzzled because the 
little rab seems absent later on. 

" What with Black Ball bein j by nacher secret, an' us 
not interested in him no how, thar ain't a sport in camp 
who's got the slightest notion of him. He works an' he 
eats an' he rolls into his blankets nights, an' that's about 
as far as our knowledge goes. For example that Black 
Ball's the most locoed hooman bein' to gamble, who 
ever figgers in the social life of South West Arizona. 
But said information never breaks on us ontil it deevelopes 
subsequent at the hearin' which, for the looks of things, 
precedes the obsequies. An' even then it fills us with as 
much amazement as a milk-crock from a high shelf. 

"Still, our ignorance ain't hard to onderstand, since 
Black Ball is plenty heedful not to do his kyard playin' 
in either Wolfville or yet Red Dog. He's mighty sel 
dom in the Red Light, an' never sets in ag'inst Cherokee's 
bank. Not but what, if he does, he'd be as much in 
fash'nable line as a nigger in Timbuctoo. But he don't 
none; an' since no gent of reefinements, an' I might say 
proodence, goes round askin' questions, it never dawns 
on us that them three or four days each month he puts in 
over in Tucson, he devotes to green-cloth specyoolations 

"Sech, however, is the interestin' case; an* we hears at 
the Oriental S'loon that, only show Black Ball a faro 
layout an' endow him with a hatful of chips, he goes 
plumb wild an' cimarron. They plays a lib'ral game 
in Tucson, two hundred on doubles an' a hundred on 



the turn, an' yet once he gets to goin' sech limits is irk 
some to him. He whines an* pleads for latitoode, an* 
when it's granted he bets 'em higher than the roof. 

" No gent ever arises to su'gest that Black Ball gets 
crooked action, doorin' them gamblin' fits of his. More 
over, on the first two occasions he cuts loose, his luck is 
that profoose he fairly wins the kyarpets off the floor; 
his profits runs into thousands. As freequent occurs, 
however, Black Ball's luck don't hold out; at mebby the 
third settin' he plays in not only all he's ahead, but goes 
dead broke besides. Worse, when he does shove back, 
thar's markers waitin' for him to the toone of thirty- 
seven hundred dollars. Black Ball explains to the dealer 
that he'll send over the thirty-seven hundred by the next 
stage, an', Wolfville credit bein' considerable above 
timberline in Tucson, the sport back of the deal-box 
offers no demur. 

"Black Ball keeps his word; although he does it, 
accordin' as Cash Box tabs up the racket followin' the 
fooneral, at Boggs' expense. Boggs it seems wanders 
in at noon, when Cash Box himse'f is gorgin' on Missis 
Bill's midday feed, an' leaves five thousand to go into the 
company's steel coffers that a-way. Boggs gives it 
to Black Ball, who's the only gent in sight, an' he's to 
turn it over to Cash Box, when he drifts in from his 

"But, bein' he's in the hole for them thirty-seven 
hundred it looks like the temptation's too much for 
Black Ball. He peels the amount off Boggs' roll, an' 
gives Cash Box only thirteen hundred. Shore, he ain't 



mentionin' the deeficiency, but lets on thirteen hundred 
is all Boggs changes in. Which if he had, it's a heap 
likely thar'd have come some stirrin' moments Boggs 
bein' a prey to all sorts of rannikaboo impulses, when 
he's robbed. As it is, Cash Box receives the thirteen 
hundred, slings it into the steel box, clicks the key, 
enters it in his little old book, an* stands innocently pat. 

"Enright, when we returns from plantin' Black Ball 
among the 'llustrious dead on Boot Hill gives his theery 
of eevents. 

"'When Black Ball skins Dan's roll/ says Enright, 
'he's honest enough an' intends to make good, regyardin' 
it as a cinch that Cash Box falls for his request to sign 
the note he aims to discount. After Missis Bill interferes 
an' Cash Box don't sign no note, an' seein' he's in wrong 
about Dan's thirty-seven hundred, Black Bail resolves to 
vamos with every splinter in the till, an' begin life afresh. 
Don't you reckon that's it, Doc ? ' 

"'Sech. s'lootion,' says Peets, 'is shore a heap con 

"Havin' dispatched the thirty-seven hundred to the 
kyard sharp in Tucson, Black Ball goes at Cash Box in a 
manner which for him is mighty genial. He intimates 
he's got his eye on a lady he's goin' to marry, an' ree- 
quires five thousand dollars to back the play. 

"'At first,' says Black Ball, keepin* up a great air of 
glee, 'I shrinks back from becomin' a married man. 
You recalls that old bluff about the frogs, Cash Box, an' 
how, no matter how bad they wants water, they ref ooses 
to jump in a well because they can't get out none ag'in ? 



That's the way with me; I'm held back by that frog 
view I takes of wedlock. It's beholdin' you an* Missis 
Bill together does the trick; it's that which shore crystal- 
izes my resolootion a heap. She'll be mighty near as 
good a wife as yours, Cash Box; an' as for the note, said 
instrooment's a mere matter of form that a-way.' 

"'I thinks so to/ returns Cash Box; 'only I'll go ask 
Missis Bill.' 

" Black Ball's hopes of Missis Bill ain't over bright, 
an* he gives Cash Box a argyooment, an' even deescends 
to taunt him some. He declar's that a gent who won't 
sign notes for a pard is that mean an' ornery, if he owns 
a lake he wouldn't give a duck a drink. It's all one to 
Cash Box, obd'rate in his docility; he's certainly goin' 
to get the views of Missis Bill, he says. 

"'Well,' concloods Black Ball, when he finds Cash 
Box immov'ble, 'we'll write it out, an' you can take it 
along an' show her it ain't no trant'ler.' 

"So Black Ball writes out the note payable to the 
Tucson bank, an' him an' Cash Box signs up. Then 
Cash Box goes weavin' over, an' submits the docyooment 
to Missis Bill. That lady reads it, takes the shears 
which hangs by a string from her belt, an* cuts off the 
signachoor of Cash Box. 

" ' Carry Black Ball that,' she says, givin' Cash Box the 
note ag'in, his own name bein' off; 'carry it back; it's his. 
Your name, which is yours, I'll keep.' 

"'Missis Bill's ag'in us,' says Cash Box. 'She de 
clar's that promises to pay money becomes as the worm 
that dieth not an' the fire which is not quenched; an', 



nacherally, sech observations from sech a source lets me 
plumb out/ 

"Black Ball makes no reply, but bites away at his 
dark lip. 

"This yere's at noon; an* while Black Ball an' Cash 
Box is foolin' an' fussin* over their express business the 
balance of the day, Black Ball ain't sayin' a word. As 
they're lockin' up for the night, he onbuckles a trifle. 

"'Yousaveys, Cash Box,' he says, puttin' out his 
long, lean hand to shake, 'that I ain't got no feelin' 
ag'in you?' 

"'Shore!' says Cash Box, takin' Black Ball's hand. 

"As they sep'rates, Black Bali comes round on his 
heel ag'in, like he remembers somethin'. 

" ' Oh! ' he remarks, ' I'm mighty near over-lookin' a bet. 
Let me have the key to the steel box; thar's a tangle in my 
books, an' I'll have to prance round some early tomorry 
mornin' to straighten it out. Which I must go over the 
checks an' cash to do it.' 

"Cash Box is that guileless he gives Black Ball the key 
onhesitatin'. Black Ball knows the comb'nation to 
the main door of the big safe, for it's thar he hives his 
books nights. As for the office itse'f, both of 'em has 
door keys. 

" Eevents ondoubted would have worked out to Black 
Ball's satisfaction an' our loss, if it ain't that his designs 
strikes the onexpected an' glances off. They caroms on 
Missis Bill, an' that lady's protectorate over Cash Box, 
a excellent feachure wharof is her ropin' onto Cash 
Box's keys, the instant he shows in the door. That 



particular evening when Cash Box only offers her the big 
key, Missis Bill can't onderstand. 

"' Where's the little key to the steel box?' she asks. 

"Cash Box explains. Missis Bill's face takes on a 
worry look, an' her one eye exhibits symptoms. An' 
yet she don't like to go harrowin* Cash Box up. 

"'Only,' she says, sort o' considerin' the business, 'I 
shore wisht you-all hadn't a-done it none.' 

" ' Yo tambien, now you says so,' returns Cash Box. 
'Which it'll be all right, however; Black Bali wouldn't 
no more go minglin' with that cash from crim'nal motives, 
than Old Monte'd quit nosepaint. Thar ain't a chance! ' 

" Cash Box is mighty confident, but somehow, Missis 
Bill don't feel so plumb shore. 

"'I can't go ask Black Ball for the key now,' explains 
Cash Box, replyin' to the look in Missis Bill's lone eye; 
*it'd be same as sayin' he's a thief.' 

"'Troo,' assents Missis Bill, 'it's too late now.' 

"Cash Box, who's out o' reach of worry only as he 
ketches it second hand from Missis Bill, lights his 
seegyar after supper, an' wanders down to the Red 
Light for them legit'mate five drinks. Havin' absorbed 
'em, he in doo time says adios to the assembled company, 
an* organizes for home. 

"'Late hours,' says he, 'don't do for married gents; 
speshully when they has wives like Missis Bill. Which 
I'd sooner be that lady's husband than draw the wages of 
a king.' 

" ' Don't it strike you, Cash Box,' observes Peets, who 
likes to tease folks who seems el'gible tharunto 'don't 



it strike you-all as borderin' on the miraculous, that sech 
a bein' as Missis Bill is caught travelin'in your company ?' 

"'It shore does!' returns Cash Box plenty stout. 
'Still, you finds some mighty bafflin' combinations in 
this yere life. You recalls how the Savior rides into 
Jeroosalem on a burro that time.' 

" It's one of the drawbacks to the possession of great 
intellects that, the more mind a party has, the more that 
party has on it. While Cash Box sleeps like a dead 
man, Missis Bill, who can't get her thoughts off Black 
Ball, remains as wakeful as squinch owls. At last, to 
peacefy her own nerves, she gets up, dons a frock, wrops 
a shawl about her, adjusts her shaker, an' starts for the 
express office which is on the fringe of the camp. 

"That time former, when Missis Bill gets married, the 
nuptials is pulled off at the Four-J ranch. It's her pap, 
old Bill Blackburn, who owns the Four-J outfit. As she 
an' Cash Box goes arrangin' for the get-away to Hillsboro, 
where they aims to pass the honeymoon, old man 
Blackburn approaches with tears in his eyes. 

"'My child,' he says to Missis Bill, 'on this ycre 
solemn occasion let me, accordin' to the customs of our 
house, endow you-all with the Blackburn fam'ly jooels;' 
an', with that, he passes Missis Bill his Colt's-45 
cartridge belt, scabbard an* all. 

"As Missis Bill caparisons herse'f for that midnight 
trip to the express office, she buckles on the ancestral 
weepon. It's the one she bombards the rattlesnake with, 
an' she's plumb familiar with it. 

"Next to the express office is the corrals; but thar's 


nobody thar at midnight, the greasers who should, bein' 
one an' all over in Chihuahua, wearin* out their moccasins 
at Santa Rosa's dance hall, or losin' the coats off their 
improv'dent backs at chuck-a-luck an' monte. As 
Missis Bill approaches the express office, she notes two 
things that sends her heart into her mouth. The door 
to the office is on the swing; also, through the gloom an' 
shadows, she makes out a party on a pony, jest ridin' 
out of the corral. 

"Without a genius for promptitood, life in Arizona 
slumps off into failure; an' so troo is this that even the 
ladies final becomes plenty prone to get thar on time with 
both feet. Missis Bill, the instant she sees the open 
door, an' the mustange gent in the shadows, reaches 
for old dad Blackburn's gun. 

"'Hands up!' says Missis Bill, as she works her six- 
shooter to the front, an' Jack Moore himse'f couldn't 
have give the call-down more abrupt. 

"The answer is a shot from the party on the pony, 
which flies high; then he drives home his spurs, an' 
charges Missis Bill to ride her down. 

"The idee is good, all things considered, but it breaks 
down in the execootion. The pap Blackburn six- 
shooter cracks, an' the chargin' gent comes whirlin' out 
o' the saddle like a shot wild duck. He clears his feet 
from the stirrups, as he comes over the saddle horn, an' 
the freed pony wheels an' runs back into the corral. 

"Yes, it's Black Ball; an', since Missis Bill's bullet 
ketches him as squar' between the eyes as you-all could 
put your finger, it goes without sayin' that he's concloo- 



sively not to add exhaustively dead, when he hits the 
grass. That he comes off over the saddle-horn, that 
a-way, is enough of itse'f to show he's all in. When a 
gent's goin* to get well, he falls backward; when he's 
plugged plumb center, he comes for'ard onto his face. 
Thar's mighty clost onto ninety thousand dollars on 
Black Ball when Missis Bill stops him; the bankroll 
of the entire camp! 

"'That little incident of Black Ball,' says Missis Bill a 
month later, when the Express Company offishuls asks 
her to name her reward 'that little incident of Black 
Ball, gents, has sort o' sp'iled the camp for me; an', if 
you-all jest as soon, I'd shore like to have you shift Cash 
Box to some station further off.' 

"'Ain't Missis Bill the lion-hearted lady?' says Cash 
Box, as he comes down to the Red Light to say 'good-by' 
the evenin' before him an' Missis Bill goes squanderin' 
off for the Dalls; 'ain't she the guardian angel of the 
broad an' sweepin' wing? Well I should yell!' 

"She's a lady to be proud of, Cash Box!' replies En- 
right. 'An' now thar's another matter: Nacherally, 
the boys feels some grateful to Missis Bill. They was 
roundin' themselves up to give her a banquet; but, upon 
reflection, rum not bein' her long suite, they reeluctantly 
puts the notion by. Tharfore, Cash Box, you give 
Missis Bill the best compliments of the outfit, an' say 
that she'll find a silver tea-set, branded with her 'nitials, 
waitin' at your company's joint in Tucson; said tea-set 
bein 7 a jo-darter, or old Sam Enright ain't no jedge!" 1 





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